Today I went out on my usual morning walk with Rosie to the ‘Redoubt; a hidden Napoleonic era fort in Dover. I was ready for a relaxing stroll around the entirety of the huge structure to make sure she was tired at lunch time and didn’t spoil my meal. About half way through said walk Rosie came across her first ever dead pigeon, in-fact her first ever capture, even though it was dead when she found the poor thing…
After 20 minutes of tireless chasing I finally managed to get a hold of her:
She proceeded to carry the dead bird all the way back home (I did not want to touch it). When we got to the driveway she spotted mother, she dropped the bird and looked as innocent as ever. At least she ended up tired, but not as tired as me though.
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