Trigger tortured a spider the other day before killing and eating it. It was both amusing and horrifying to watch.
It turns out Trigger really, really doesn’t like walking. I thought it was in all dogs’ DNA to love going for walkies. I’ve explained this to Trigger, yet every time I open the door, he plants his bum on the hall floor, looks up and away from me as if to say “I don’t do walks.” I’ve taken to bribing him with toys to cross the threshold. Once he’s out, he thinks it’s his job to take me for a walk, so we spend the next twenty minutes battling it out. He’s getting it, gradually.
Today Trigger was sick in the car. It was the first time I had taken him out in it using a safety harness instead of his crate, so he was next to me on the passenger seat. Before I could park safely to clean up the regurgitated mess, I had a good view of him eating it. That was only horrifying to watch.
