My parents came to visit this last weekend and they came from the small little city of Lakeview. They enjoy coming to the city and getting to eat gelato, frozen yogurt, Local Boyz and American Dream pizza and of course play with there grandson. They always make comments about how much traffic there is and how different it is than Lakeview.
Perfect example of when when city meets country. My little boy is 16months old now and likes going with the men so as grandpa was headed out the door he scooped Boo up and put his coat and hat on swung him on his shoulders and closed the door. Grandpa was going to let his dog Buster out of the pickup where he spent the night to go play in the backyard with Zoe. About 5 minutes later Dad shows up at the backdoor holding Boo half hanging with one arm from his hip….they both have funny expressions on there face. Dad says, “Buster just killed a cat.” Boo was at that point safely on the ground and dad was washing his hands…Boo was staring wide eyed at Grandpa, “like what the heck just happened?”
What happened is as you city folk know there are a lot of cats running around so Buster being the bird dog that he is saw one of those mangy cats down the street and as soon as dad let him out of the pickup he bolted and snatched that cat up and in one bite killed him…..bringing back his catch to dad who was quickly looking around to see if anyone had just seen any of this. He grabbed the cat but Boo at this point was wanting to touch the mangy cat so grandpa was trying to keep Boo away but not touch him with the hand that had just touched the cat, and get Buster in the backyard before he found anymore cats and dispose of the dead cat before any witnesses arrived.
Grandpa opened the gate packing the cat, Boo and calling Buster to “get over here….you cat killing son of gun.” He then threw the cat in the trash can and Boo slipping out of his left hand hit his head on the trash can door but was unphased because “WOW, he had never seen a dead cat before.” What excitement for so early in the morning. So that is how it happens, thankfully the cat had no collar and was obviously sick and mangy and in need of Buster’s tender loving bite.
That is how it is done in the country if you can’t run fast enough and your a cat you just might not live…..and you won’t get a nice burial in a trash can.
Boo helping Grandma vacuum
The culprit Buster in the middle.
We had a great time with my parents and Boo definately thinks the city is more exciting when the country comes to visit.
Have a great day!
~Country Gal
Country Gal Stuck in the City 
#1 by auntsusanne45 on March 9, 2011 - 2:00 pm
Ha! Great story, Jode! I can just see your Dad doing this. Hope your neighbors don’t read your blog. 🙂
Fun pics, too. Our next dog probably needs to be something similar to a German Wirehair – he would be useful in keeping the possums out of the henhouse, and the coons and rabbits out of my garden. However, he and the cat would have to come to a working arrangement, as the cat is one of the hardest working members of the farm – he keeps the rat and mouse population under control so the wires in our cars remain intact. GOOD cat!