LIP LICKING ANTICIPATION |
ANTICIPATION then PARTICIPATION |
this could be the start of either a yawn or some lick lipping.
Is there a bird or squirrel? or an outdoor latte?
FAKING SUN SLEEPING WHILE, EYEING A LATTE |
AND GETTING ONE
Enjoy Carly singing it
This Wednesday Liam's anticipation appears to have collided with reality in the form of a squirrel. I let him out propping the side door open with that handy slide thing. Liam is gone too long. I look out from the upstairs window and see him circling what appears to be a plastic bag. Suspicious though as it is not billowing or fluttering and Liam is sniffing. I grab my eyeglasses. Oh no! A stretched out face-up non-moving squirrel. Dead. I have seen it before. No lip licking, tongue rolling. Sniffing. Curiosity. Suddenly Liam's jaws open, scoop up the body and he walks out of view. Good, he is hiding the squirrel, I can deal with it later. I come downstairs and am met at the side door with Liam, squirrel in mouth, ready to enter. No! Liam, No. He deposits the squirrel and runs off. Did he do this? Cause this squirrel to die? What happened? Did he finally succeed in catching his squirrel? Or did he come upon a death scene in progress. Then I see the injury to his eyebrow? Do dogs have eyebrows? No marks on the squirrel. My theory is that he runs after the squirrel, through the bushes cuts his head and the squirrel dies of a heart attack. That's our story. No witnesses and Liam is not barking about it.
WARNING:
THE FOLLOWING PHOTOS MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME SO VIEW WITH CAUTION
LIAM RIGHT EYEBROW WOUND |
quick trip to the vet, a shot and the anticipation begins again
Birds, squirrels, licks of lattes, ice cream, Greek yogurt
HE KNOWS SOMETHING |