The dogs only manage to catch (and of course kill) birds when the man of the house isn’t here to dispose of them for me?
Whyyyyyy?
After all, this is one of the many reasons I’m married.
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Beagles are huntin’ dogs ya know. :neener:
And oh c’mon. where’s your pioneer woman spirit?
take a plastic grocery bag. double it if you have to. turn it inside out. place your hand inside it. bend down and pick up dead bird inside bag. flip bag right side out. dispose of bag. voila. no touchage involved. you can even do it with your eyes closed (sorta).
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Funny enough, that’s exactly how I disposed of it (both times). I didn’t say that I can’t do it. Just that I don’t want to, dammit.
Maybe your dogs recognized that the birds were dangerous shapeshifters, and felt the need to protect you while your man was away.
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I hear you. For me it’s roaches – the willingness to kill the roaches is one of the Hub’s many endearing qualities. It’s even more endearing because I know that he hates them as much as I do – but he’s a big hairy handy guy, and he doesn’t shirk his duties. I can kill a roach when he’s not around – but I always let him dispose of the corpse.