Skipper-Dee-Do-Dah, the June Bug, and questionable hobbies

Life is fun with a houseful of dogs.  Each of them has distinct and unique personalities and they’ve all offered us tremendous amounts of affection and entertainment, as well as occasional doses of alarm and repulsion.  Take Skipper-Dee-Do-Dah, for example.  Skip is our buff male cocker spaniel, who is also known as “KipKip,” “Poos,” “Poopoo Bear,” and “Pooser McPooserstein.”  He’s a very serious little fellow who’s recovering from a pretty serious mommy addiction, but he’s occasionally given to flights of fancy–although those are still pretty rare.  Most of the time he mopes around, waiting for Mummah or Daddy to love him up, and pissing and moaning when anyone else gets attention.

One thing Kip does particularly well is hunt bugs.  Skip is a champion bug hunter.  He has no qualms regarding the size of the insect; whether his quarry be a pill bug or a June bug, his pursuit is equally intense.  He also has no regard for danger, and will hunt either a cave cricket or carpenter bee with the same verve.  He has a great deal of pride in the hunt and the kill, and relishes eating his conquests.  :::shudder:::

Spring is a particularly enjoyable time for Pooser because of all the bug wildlife activity.  So many little exoskeletons to examine!  So many little legs to crunch!  Ick.  So anyway, a few nights ago, we noticed Kip down at the foot of the deck steps, eating June bugs off the wall.  *sigh*  Whatcha gonna do?  Just like Gigi REFUSES to come in as long as she has a rabbit cornered under our little shed out in the back yard, KipKip hates to let Nature’s Bug Bounty go to waste, and he won’t come in while there are any bugs left within reach.

Eventually he got tired of this ‘fishing in a bucket’ activity (or he got a full tummy, I’m not sure which) and came back up to be let in, along with all the other furkids.  Rick let everyone into the house, and KipKip came prancing in to the dining room like a little crazy thing.  He tore off, lowrunning down the hall, and we hear him back in the computer room, rolling around and snarling to himself with joy and being nutso like he does sometimes after a fulfilling potty break.  Or so we thought…

Rick goes down the hall into the computer room to investigate, and I hear him say “Skipper!  LEAVE IT!!” And being a concerned mother I go to see what Pooser McPooserstein has acquired.  I’m curious (and concerned!) because our house is pretty much dogproofed and I can’t imagine what Kip could have that would inspire Rick to the panic level I hear in his voice.

I peek into the computer room to see my bemused husband restraining Poo with a hand on his collar, and a small, dark…something…lying quite motionless on the carpet.  “Did you HEAR Skip?” Rick asks me, pointing at the June bug.  I said “Yeah, sounds like he was having quite a lot of fun playing with his little friend.”

I go to the hall bathroom and fetch a Kleenex with which to remove the poor little bug, and Rick (for some reason) releases the Poo.  Well.  Before I can collect his ‘kill’, Poo zips back in like a shot and snaps up his little June bug friend, chewing him with quite a lot of relish and some more prancing around.  We were all suitably grossed out, except for Poo, who was very satisfied with hisself.  Poo’s position as the resident bughunter has been reaffirmed.

I guess I should be relieved that he only likes to hunt and eat bugs.  I’d be pretty freaked out if he caught mice and brought them in to snack on at his leisure.  I’m still dreading the day he catches a bee, however.

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