I get home from work and Rosalie tells me that Zoey has chewed up something in our bedroom - this is a typical day (minus Rosalie who is just visiting). Zoey always chews up something. Anyway, I go up there and she had stolen a box of labels for file folders that Shane had in the office and chewed it up along with some of the labels. No, for once, I did not get a picture of this destruction. Well, I change and go downstairs (after cleaning up Zoey's mess) and sit at the counter to talk to Rosalie while she is making chocolate chip cookies. Xena is chillin' out on the back of her chair taking in the scene and Zoey is outside jackin' around. I noticed Zoey went darting past and made for the master bedroom. This took a few minutes to sink in. Zoey is a people person, er dog, she loves to be in the middle of everything and everyone. If she makes a beeline for the master bedroom then she is up to no good. Which was the case today. Luckily, it dawns on my fairly quickly that something is up. I go upstairs and turn the corner into our bedroom. Zoey is on the couch looking down at the cushions. What, pray tell, is she looking at, you might ask.
This is what she was looking at:
Oh, what is that you ask, try it from this angle:
IT'S A BIRD. I think it may even be a baby bird. It was still breathing and kicking it's little bird legs too. I stared at it not having a clue what to do. I was afraid it was just stunned and once I picked it up it would go crazy, but it was dying. Poor little bird. So I went downstairs (after kicking Zoey out of the room and shutting the door) and got Shane's dad. He picked it up and took outside. I'm really not a wuss, but I really had no idea how to pick it up. I just couldn't do it. Am I the only one this crap happens to?
