So I found out today that my son is a cold-blooded killer. I let the boys out in the backyard first thing this morning for a potty break and when I came back to check on them, Tug had a dove in his mouth. I told him to drop it and to my horror, it was still alive! It flew halfway across the yard and I went to check on it and it was breathing, but didn't look good.
I am a huge animal lover, so I didn't know what to do. If Isaiah was home, I would have asked him to put the poor thing out of its misery. I, on the other hand, could never do it. So I was left with two options: either keep the dogs in the house and let it suffer a slow death or let Tug back out in the yard to finish the job. Sigh....
I decided to let Tug be an animal and do his thing. He kept looking at me all guiltily so I just went back inside to let nature take its course. Survival of the fittest, I suppose. Hmmmm....if Tuggy is a murderer, do you think they could charge me as an accomplice?
How can I be mad at this boy? He's so sweet...despite the tiny feather (evidence) on his nose.
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