Last night my brother and his wife were in their garden chatting and enjoying the evening when they noticed their dog, Spike stalking something in the weeds.
Suddenly Spike darted forward—in three quick bounds—and pounced on something. He then trotted proudly back to my brother and sister-in-law with a bleeding, convulsing rat in his jaws. Spike laid it at their feet and they all watched as it gasped its last rat breath.
My brother had been trying for weeks to trap a rat that keeps going into the garbage under the kitchen sink He thinks this may be the same rat.
My brother thought it was good that Spike was living up to his breeding (rat terrier). My brother also thought it was a good touch that Spike brought the kill to him. He said it “Was nice to have an animal EARN ITS KEEP!!!!”
