If you have dogs or cats, you know what that means: something dead. Elphie killed a mole and presented it to me.
Of course, you have to be excited; they think it’s the greatest thing EVER! So I always say, on the few times I’ve been through this, “Thank you! You are a mighty huntress!” That always puts a bounce in their step and an arch of pride in their spine.
Then, when they walk away, I shudder, think EWWWW!, and clean up my “gift”. Plus, a little “Sorry they crossed your path” to the little guy who died so I may be shown that I am loved.h
When Elphie was about a year old, she gave me a “gift”: the largest/scariest bug I’ve seen. Have you ever seen the Mummy movies? Those beetle things that crawled under people’s skin? That’s what it looked like!
My back was to her as I talked to my mom on the phone. I heard her little wuff and turned around. She was so happy, she wiggled all over as she dropped the Egyptian soul sucker at my feet. I actually yelled at the sight of it. Mom freaked: “Are you okay?! Do you need me to call the police?!!”
I gave a hasty explanation to Mom, thanked Elphie and praised her hunting prowess — hey, NO ONE in those Mummy movies killed one of those things barehanded, but my dog did! — and then told Mom what was now dead and still GROSS at my feet.
I was calmer about the mole. I’ve been through moles before. 😉