On our walk today, I saw Izzy do just about the strangest thing I've ever seen a dog do. Even if I include the time that Werewolf nabbed a possum on the side of the road and wouldn't let go of it. She picked up a discarded Dr. Pepper can in the street and carried it along in her mouth.
I knew she liked to play with things--the branches and frisbees and old balls in the back yard move around on a regular basis. But a Dr. Pepper can? Was it because it smelled sweet?
I guess the weirdest thing I've ever seen was when my black cat was still a kitten--he got out in the back yard and Werewolf picked him up in his mouth and brought him toward the house. Gently as a mommy cat. Good dog!
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