I had come home from a really nice walk the other night. It was so invigorating to be out in fresh air. I tend to just sleep most days. Well, I try and sleep, Kaz makes a terrible racket hammering whatever it is that she seems to be doing all the time. Hard on a dog of my age (10 in human years) and my ears.
So, back to the story. I was out with my 'other' owner (long story I'll share someday) and the two kids. I jumped out of the car and headed for the door. It was dinner time and I was famished. But hang on, something a few doors down caught the attention of my nose. Something that perhaps Kaz would be interested in serving up for dinner. I mean, I am a retriever breed by nature and all.
So I made a bee line for the neighbors and ha ha, I found what I was looking for! They will be so excited that for a change I am providing my own dinner tonight. It was a brush tailed possum that I had carried so tenderly back in my teeth, mindful not to hurt him. I didn't want to kill the poor thing, just wanted to show him to everyone as a possible option for dinner perhaps? Possum pie maybe?
So I dropped him at the feet of everyone and they just started screaming at me!!! There was so much commotion I was starting to freak out. Kaz started screaming at me to get in the house. And when Kaz screams at me, I know not to mess with her. So from the door I could see all of them huddled around the possum. One breath, two breaths, and that was it. Apparently he died of shock. Michael came out and I'm not really sure what happened next. I just know that for dinner I had dry kibble and not the possum pie I was hoping for. Everyone that night kept calling me names - names I'm too embarrassed to repeat. Will I do it again? I don't know, it's just, it's just the smell, it takes over and I just go a bit crazy. I vow to try and hold back on the retriever instinct in me.
Note from Kaz: Possums, a native marsupial to Australia, are a protected species (though the brushtail is not endangered) and in no way do I condone Jessie's behavior. She'll will not be off the lead again in the evening when the possums are out. They do leave an awful mess with their poo droppings, but I would never serve one up for dinner.