BLOG POST 29: Rat story again!
Just the other day, I learned something about myself. I got up early this particular morning and let my dog out for his morning stroll and then went back inside the house to make myself a cup of tea. As the milk boiled, I thought to myself about the unusual silence this morning. It wasn't very much like my dog to not bark into the dead silence of dawn or to run inside the house, sniffing around, wagging his tail. I took my cup of tea and strolled out to check on him. He was there indeed, but with something that looked like a dirty black cloth to me held in his mouth. I walked towards him to get a closer look. Such are times when I strongly wished I wasn't myopic. As I got closer, he took his cloth and ran further away from me. I got a glimpse of something hanging that looked very much like a rat's tail. To prove my suspicion true, I called my father to check and confirm what he was seeing. And then, the horror began! It was a dead black rat, indeed!
I began to shiver and scream, at the same time, implemented all ideas I could to get the rat out of his mouth. I shoved a stick at him, hoping he would drop it out of fear. I tried empathy by showing him a teddy bear, only to see my dear dong walk closer to me with the dead rat in his mouth. I could already feel the sensations of the moist rat falling on my leg this dark black morning. Fortunately, my father shoved him away again with a stick and made him drop the rat in the end.
Probably, my dog too must be perplexed why his owners didn't accept his dead black treasure. This day I discovered my paranoia about rats! I still have no clue what I would do in a similar future encounter.
