I was sitting at our kitchen table paying bills today when Eli started making these awful yowling sounds. I thought he was dying. Yikes! And then in he saunters with his trophy. He apparently had been hunting coon (skin caps) s and his yowling I heard was his victory war whoops.
He was so proud of himself. He brought it right over and dropped it at my feet like Look Mom I’m a Hunter! A coon Hunter! I couldn’t discourage him and fell him it was a child’s toy hat and not his wild trophy…..it just wouldn’t have been right to bust his bubble. So I told him what a good boy he was and petted him.
Oh Eli, you make my empty moments full. I’m not sure who really rescued who.