someone well…
cute, sweet, lovable, fun loving, warm, silly, able to snuggle at a moment’s notice…
then you find out…find out about the dark side…terrible things…
you will never look at them the same again.
G, sweet G is really a cold blooded killer…a predator, ready to take advantage of the weak. We never knew.
I was in the office today and suddenly heard P cry out. Ewww. I ran into the hallway and found P holding Mochi back and gesturing towards little G. I looked down and she was crouched over something. Suddenly she looked up and I saw a bird clamped between her jaws. Screaming ensued, chasing, flapping, scambling, more chasing…finally I was able to grab Goldie, prey in jaws, and tossed her outside. Goldie ran with her prize under the deck – out of reach. I grabbed the garden hose, she shot out from under the deck…alas I was too late to save the bird…
such is life…nature.
