Bud got a good night’s sleep after yesterday’s rat.
But he was back hunting today outside my studio. I saw him nosing around in some leaves by the fence. In moments he pulled his nose out of the leaves and had a mole in his mouth.
Unlike a cat, Bud wasn’t interested in playing with mole. When he dropped it on the ground it didn’t move. I was wondering if he would eat it, but instead he bit it in half, left the two parts on the ground and walked away.
When I told Jon about it he said that was how Boston Terriers kill rats. I guess it’s a good way to make sure they’re really dead.
I told the mole I was sorry and put it in a pile of leaves on the other side of the fence. I didn’t need Zinnia eating it and throwing it up at 3am.
I know that Bud hunts, but I’d never seen him catch and kill an animal before. I was both horrified and impressed.
When we got Bud I didn’t think of him as being a good farm dog. But I feel differently about that now. Even if he’s still trying to dig out of the yard, he helpful in other ways. Including being good at snuggling.
