My dog is no longer my dog

She’s a murderer. Or wait, is that supposed to be murderess?? Either way, I will never forget the turn of events on an otherwise ordinary monday morning…

I woke up late so I couldnt take my lab, Winkie out for her usual walk. So I let her outdoors to go do her dirty business otherwise, the house’s guaranteed to be in a stinking mess when I get back home in the evening.

Winkie took off but after a split second, I see her jumping after a chicken which materialized out of nowhere! Standing on my balcony, I didnt bother much cause the stupid dog’s prone to be overtly affectionate towards cats, goats, strays or anything that moves whenever she’s set loose.

However, this time to my horror, both chicken and dog dive headfirst into the bushes and after what seems like major struggling concealed by the plants, Winkie emerges with what looks like a dead chicken in her mouth.

I called or rather, screamed at the stupid dog (in ultrasonic frequency) to come home and she does, with her prize in the mouth. So thats how a highly idiotic dog and a chicken-that-was-breathing-faintly ended up in my living room while I was struggling to keep myself from screeching in (again) horror.

I called the cook and told her to oh-my-god! please, please-take-the-chicken-out-to-the-balcony but the moment she did, Winkie attacked it and snapped its neck, it seems.

We shut the dog and its hunt in the balcony, thinking wtf, she might as well eat it there but when I checked after 15 minutes, nope she was licking it instead. Guess she didnt know how to eat it, feathers and all.

So the cook got busy dressing the chicken and cutting it up after which I cooked it up with Winkie’s food. After meal time, all that was left behind was a clean plate and a lip smacking dog.

You know, I’m beginning to look at my dog differently now. She’s no longer going to be beaten with the same intensity that I used to before. I’m suddenly afraid of my own dog and I finally understand now why people cross the street when they see Winkie coming.

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