My elderly chihuahua is a bird murderer then she deposits them within the twists and folds of the blankets on my bed. I didn't notice the victim, and as I drifted off to sleep I didn't even question why my chihuahua was curiously suspicious and protective of a very certain spot under the blanket.
I awoke to an unusually cold mass touching my leg. Sure enough, it was a foul-smelling dead bird. It creeps me out to not know how long it was decaying in my bed.

I glared at her and she sulked off looking ashamed of herself, but proud.



And I may have joined a club :0 this one