My German Shorthair Pointer Brings Me A Gift
A noise in the middle of the night awakens me from a deep sleep. Simba, my first German Shorthair Pointer, is still asleep with her heard on the pillow next to me. I feel around for Gypsy, the other German Shorthair Pointer, on the bed and couldn’t find her. I sat up wondering where she went and then remembered that I noticed during our afternoon that her stomach was a little off. A few minutes after putting my head back down on my pillow, I heard her coming up the steps. She jumps on the bed and comes over to me to nudge me on the shoulder so that I raise the covers up as she slides in. Both Simba and Gypsy start snoring and are sound asleep. Me on the other hand, could not get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for about 20 minutes when my foot came in contact with Gypsy’s cold wet nose. I moved my foot around wondering why her nose felt so slimy and squishy. The more contact I made the more I thought it just didn’t feel right. I tear the covers off the bed and there it was lying next to my foot. A dead toad stretched out on its back! I was on my feet so fast that my head spun as I yelled, “EWE! EWE! EWE!” for about 20 minutes. I couldn’t get myself to pick up his poor little dead body but knew that I had to. I knew that once I did pick it up, I would have to get rid of it as soon as possible in order not to vomit. Running down a flight of stairs and across the living room was not an option. The only other option was sending it to fishy heaven via the toilet. The rest of the night, I laid in bed wondering if I would have to explain the toad in the trap to a plumber. Why does everything seem so much worse at night. By morning all was back to normal, including the toilet. Gypsy being a German Shorthair Pointer will continue to hunt and bring me gooey gifts. I just hope it’s not in the middle of the night and under my covers.