Yesterday afternoon, while Timmy and I were walking Friend, the little pup started frantically tracking. He has been sniffing around a lot, which is no surprise because we live in the woods with a lot of wildlife, but yesterday his efforts were amplified. We allowed him to follow his nose and to explore until he settled on a pile of leaves towards the end of our driveway.
After a few seconds with his nose in the leaf pile, Friend emerged with a small grey ball in his mouth. I quickly realized that the ball used to be alive. I began to panic and pleaded with him to drop the ball. He was not compliant with my requests, and the more he began to chomp the more I began to freak out.
I finally ended up throwing the entire handful of treats in his direction with the hopes that he would drop his "snack." The treats distracted him long enough to drop the partially eaten grey ball. I quickly grabbed it with a leaf, vomited in the road and threw the remains deep into the woods. Almost instantaneously Friend was lapping up the vomit on the road which, of course, caused me to heave with greater intensity.
I tried to move the critter without looking, but I was able to determine that it was either a baby mole or a baby mouse. Because of the absence of blood I am assuming that it had been dead for awhile. I spent the next hour researching the dangers of a puppy eating road kill and vomit. Apparently this is quite normal for dogs.
I think I am woefully unprepared to be a doggy mom.
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