wugglyump

ozmodiar...he's a killer. I caught him in the act of killing a snake before. Not betelguese. But tonight when i let him out he picked a fight with something, it looked like a rock or a toad. i watched him fling it into the air and i thought i heard flapping but my wuggly instincts told me a little bird would not be out this late at night.

it was a a sparrow. D said it'd be ok. Oh man i cried. a lot. he set him in the front yard and said it'd be okay. But we went to check on it, it was not okay so i asked him to finish the job. He told me birds don't suffer like humans do but...i'm naive i guess. i feel bad if iti was going to be okay and i had him off it for no reason.

so then i gots to a thinkin' and i'm like how the fuck am i going to deal with my dogs peacing? i didn't know this bird, we did not have a previous relationship of sorts. that makes me feel way shittier.