Rudi brings us a corpse!

There comes a time in the life of every pet owner, where said pet brings them a corpse of some kind. It’s an act of great affection, and should be accepted with great thanks. Depending on what kind of pet you have, the type of corpse can vary greatly.
For instance, those who own birds can expect to sooner or later find a dead mouse, or dead bird on their porch.
Those with a larger animal can expect larger corpses. If you have a pet kimono Dragon, you may expect something like the corpse of Sharon Stone’s husband, or something along those lines.
I myself, have an asshole dog, so anything goes.
He had been coming in from the back yard with a muddy nose, and muddy paws. Surefire signs that he had been digging in the yard. The digging, was something we had nipped in the bud when he was a puppy. There had to be more than meets the eye (Transformers II DVD is almost here) on this one. I had searched earlier for the holes he had dug, and found none. I hoped it was a fluke. I was wrong.
Since my dog is an asshole, he likes to bury things he thinks are really awesome. In this case, it was a recently dead squirrel, of what looked to be pretty good size, as far as suburban Columbus squirrels go. This was a very prized possession, which means it has to be buried, and dug up, and buried in an even better spot, whenever the opportunity arises.
We caught him in the act.
He had been out there all through our dinner, so we decided to peak out. He was trotting along on his merry-asshole way, with the squirrel in his mouth, taking it from the last spot he had buried it, to what I’m sure would have been an even more awesome spot. He, was busted.
Of course when I went out, he dropped the dead squirrel, and came running up to me. I think he was trying to distract me from his prize. If he had any way to make small-talk, or keep me from discovering his little dead friend, I’m sure he would have.
So I had to pretty much cut my dinner short, as it was now corpse handling time. Obviously burying the squirrel was out of the question. I disposed of it accordingly, then went on to find young Rudi’s holes. Behind the pine trees, and behind a large bush, both of which were out of view, and next to our fence, there was a rather impressive network of holes. He obviously had been moving this squirrel for days. I almost felt bad for ruining the party.
So after filling in some holes, dispatching of a squirrel corpse, and hosing down the dog, trying to forget the fact that he and the dead squirrel had been at this for at least a day or two, and also trying not to imagine just what the squirrel died of, it was time to resume my nice, relaxing evening.
Just a day in the life of me.