
We have a dog named Angel. We adopted her and her sister, Krystal, a few years ago. We like to refer to them as Angel Dust and Krystal Meth. Krystal Meth ended up in a no-kill shelter for biting Troy Boy (6) on the face. I am not saying he didn’t deserve it…maybe she didn’t want the Darth Vader helmet on her head. But obviously, we can’t have that sort of behavior out of a dog. And thankfully it was a minor injury. So anyhow, we just love Angel Dust. She is a gentle soul and is very tolerant of Darth Vader helmets – a requirement to live in the Schmitzer house. HOWEVER, since she is part Jack Russel, she is a huntress. Yes, she really thinks the squirrels will come down the tree right to her, while she sits waiting patiently for them at the bottom for hours at a time.
One morning while everyone was in the midst of getting ready for school, Angel Dust somehow was let into the house with a dead squirrel. You already know who let her in….that’s right NO ONE. We really had no idea how she managed to capture the squirrel, they are generally too fast for her. She proudly dropped it right on the family room floor. Now I don’t do dead animals. Apparently, neither does my son Walker (12) because we both ran to the other side of the kitchen to hide. I was yelling, “Who will help us? Who will help us?” Obviously our dead animal carcass removal guy (my husband) had already left for work. Enter Luke (9) the superhero, without hesitation, “I will help you Mom!” while raising his hand. “Thank you Luke! Thank goodness someone will help us!” says the cowardly adult. I generously offered to pay him a whole two dollars to do the job. My mom called me cheap….hey he’s nine. But how will this brave nine year old remove the carcass??
Walker comes up with a great idea. He is a very good idea guy. The plan is Luke the Brave will pick up the dead squirrel with a long pair of tongs like you use to BBQ. Fabulous…let’s get this show on the road. Only here’s the problem, try as he might, Luke the Brave is gagging while attempting to execute the plan. I am ashamed of myself at this point for not stepping up. I am left with no choice. I must be big and deal with the dead squirrel myself. Walker comes up with another great idea……let’s cover it with a paper towel. Excellent, you go right ahead Walker. He does. NOW it’s up to me. I dig DEEP and somehow remove the dead squirrel with no further delays. Piece of cake…..I just needed a little help from my friends. Thank you Walker and especially Luke!
Please note: The picture of Angel included with the tale is after Troy Boy got done using her as an art canvas unbeknownst to any of us. Yes, that’s pink magic marker on her forehead.
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Very funny. Sounds like a similar story but my kids had to keep me calm when a bat was in the house! Poor kids. I figure my freaking out helps them to learn to be tougher and have control since their mother cannot stay calm.
Good story.
BWAHAHAHAHAAAA! That’s hilarious!