Elle has been extra chipper the last two days. She has been silly, smiling and playful compared to the weekend. Elle and Chance had a busy Sunday. We took our 3 mile walk and went down the street and played a few hours with the neighbor's boxer. Josh came over to cut the grass and brought his pup Ripley. Usually Chance and Elle run Ripley's legs off. Not this Sunday though. Elle wasn't up to par and both dogs were annoyed by the pup. I think they were just over tired; no dog napping happens when we have a busy day.
Come to think of it Elle was particularly impatient with the pup. I think her stomach may have been upset. Early that day during the walk I had found an injured bird that likely had been hit by a car. Poor thing was hardly moving and I was going to have to come back and put it out of its misery after I got the dogs home. Then it moved a whole wing. Elle saw the movement. In one giant leap she pounced on that bird and kept walking like nothing was in her mouth. "Drop!" I cried several times, then "Leave it!" I called, still she held her mouth shut tight and pretended nothing was inside that didn't belong there. I tried parting her jaws with my hands and she clamped them tighter. "Elle!" She ignored me, turned her head out of my vision range and began chewing. Crunch, crunch, crunch. All I could tell myself was that she was now on the "raw" diet and that she would be alright. Then, as I saw long feathers sticking out from her mouth, much to my surprise, she spewed it out.
"Thank you, Elle." I told her, first for spitting and second for doing the job of killing the injured bird for me. I do think the bird juice upset her stomach a bit though and I'm glad she is feeling better.
Today I brought home two very large dog beds. I intended to sew each dog one and decided that since I hadn't done it yet that I should just purchase some and reclaim the two comforters the dogs have been using as bed substitutes. Both dogs were down right elated. They danced around on their beds, Elle being more playful with me than she has ever been before. My glasses are now fogged with dog slobber and as I type this Elle is happily chewing away on an elk antler having surrounded herself in a puddle of dog toys, herself lying on a dog bed looking like a princess.