the house was a rat and mouse playground during bjork's 3-month exile.
all the while i thought that bjork's predatory stance was just for show. for a spell, he was sitting on his hind legs watching intently something underneath the broom closet. the next thing, he has a mouse's extremities (head and tail) dangling from his mouth which he deposited by mom's feet. he has always been playful with his prey but this one was dead in seconds. his experience must have awakened the hunter instinct of his ancestors.
and now that he's back, this happened
unlucky rodent...game over
the shots were taken just minutes before i was due to leave for cebu
maybe bjork was trying to say "i am good for something"
or maybe just expressing his of gratitude for our taking him back
it was difficult to ignore the bright sunshine and it's suggestion to be the day to bathe shi fu and bjork. so on top of the daily chore (since two weeks ago-when we elected not to hire any more household help and start on adjusting ourselves to having strangers again in the house-which includes marketing, cooking breakfast and mopping the floor) it was imperative that the furry friends should get cleaned today or endure their stink another day more, the pug especially.
both shared the sentiments of being subjected to a seemingly torturous action and gave me the most difficult 20 minutes of my life. bjork, i had to bathe inside the bathroom, with warm water (a lesson learned from previous sessions in the past four years that he's been with the family). Surprisingly, he spared me the contemptuous look and even showed up for lunch after painstakingly drying his rather healthy fur out in the sun. shifu, on the other hand sufficed with taking his downstairs as long as his leash is secured.
