Ok, Sasha caught….
Let me tell it mommy. Please!
Oh, all right, go.

I was outside a few minutes ago searching for the perfect place to go well you know. And I caught a different kind of sent in some tall grass by the flower barrells. So I started sniffing like crazy zeroing in on the unusual smell. And I practically was right on top of this most delicious looking creature. When it moved, I had to protect my mommy so I chased it. It took flight, and I nipped just the back tail feathers and it landed not too far away after my jump and nip technic so now the chase was on. It took flight again and I jumped and missed, but did a zig zag around to catch it as it was disorentanted on which way to fly. I caught it, but not a good grip so I pounched one paw on it, and it got away over to my sand box. I ran fast, but I knew if it got airborne again there was no way to catch it. Doxies can’t fly unfortantly. So I did a quick u-turn in my sand box and the dust from the sand shot up and the bird came crashing down in a cloud of dust. Now, the sand box is my domain. I had it cornered and dusted one more time by rolling it a good one just for safe measure. Meanwhile, Mommy is like all upset and telling me to stop. Don’t she know it invades are turf and smells delecious. I had it’s head gently in my mouth and decided to play with it a little before the final kill. I let it go it fluttered faintly, and I pounced again. I had one wing in my mouth and was showing mommy and prancing around while she was trying to get it a way from me. Mom told me in a stern (your going to be in big trouble voice) to drop it, and so I did. Then, she tried to pick it up saying stuff like it is just a baby-hey if it could fly it isn’t helpless. I pounced again, but she stopped my muzzle from grabbing it. She picked up the bird and can you believe she put it over the fence so I couldn’t get it. How dare her. Well, I was so proud of my hunting abilities I preceded to stalk everything with wings and totally for got about going potty. Oh, well. I loves to hunt.

All right, now my turn. All I can say is poor little sparrow. It look like it was just learning to fend for its self and my doxie attacks it. It was still alive when I put it by our composting pile. The pile is fenced and the little sparrow blended well with the dead grass clippings so hopefully it survives. Sasha gave it a pretty good fright, but I didn’t see anything broken or bleeding and if it can cough out all the sand it probably got in it. Well, Hopefully. I had mixed emotions part of me loved to see Sasha’s hunting skills in action cause in a wierd way it is a beautiful thing the grace, agility, the thinking skills, etc. It was amazing how much is pure instinct. Then, the other part of me didn’t want to watch a young bird die. Then, I thought about her trying to eat it and the bones splintering and her safety. Oh, well, an eventfull night and perhaps a hint of the mighty huntress to come.

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