My Dog Is Better Than Your Dog

My dog caught a dove this morning. I'm not exactly sure how he managed this feat. Doves are fast-flying birds that can break Interstate speed limits and dogs… well, dogs aren't. The dog that did the killing is a bit of a beast. He's a full mongrel, part chow, part bulldog, part several other assorted breeds, and, honestly, he's getting a little chubby. I'm not talking about the walking hairy ticks that most people associate with fat dogs. That's morbidly obese for a dog. I'm talking about having to dig a little to feel his ribs, but he looks relatively svelte still.

Besides, this is a big dog. He's not a Parson Russell Terrier doing backflips to snatch a bird out of the air like a caracal. This is a big 70-lb. dog with very little gymnastic training.

Unless he's taking lessons behind my back while I'm at work. I'm not sure where he's getting the money for it, though.

I really should start keeping track of my wallet better.