Sunday, May 31, 2009
Pigeon at my door

My human always says how much she dislikes mornings and I'm starting to understand why. On yet another fateful morning, this time after all dogs and the human had breakfast there was a terrible thud. It came from the back, near the door leading to the yard. The noise startled both my human and myself. Thankfully Atlantis was securely napping in her kennel.

I jumped to attention, ready to spring in to action at a moments notice. My human began peaking around the window to see just what had hit the house. Then she noticed a shadow in the doggie door. Now had the shadow moved or even twitched I would have been all over it, but it didn't. It was still and lifeless.

My human grabbed my ear and pulled me towards my leash. Once tethered to the scooter and unable to leap in to action she used her foot to push the dark object out of the doggie door and back on to the back yard patio. Once it hit the ground she could clearly see that it was in fact a pigeon and I could clearly tell that it was still alive. I wanted to chase after it so badly. I whined and tugged on my leash to no avail.

My human stepped out side and shooed the feathery invader further out in to the yard. It hopped and staggered. Clearly it was still stunned from the force of the impact with the side of the house. I whined and wiggled wanting nothing more than to go after what would be such easy prey. Darn leash!

Once the bird regained its' senses it flew off as if nothing had happened. My human came back inside and after noticing my state of anticipation she decided to let me stay attached to the scooter until I calmed down.

Had that pigeon actually come in to the house, had my human not be able to leash me, had Atlantis not already been in her kennel, that whole ordeal would have had a much different and dare I say even messier outcome.

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