Pigeons are the really clean bird, right?

Very sad that she’s not on a walk, or being fed, or going on a walk, a walk, a walk, a can we puhleeeese go on a walk?

 

A few people have asked why I have three dogs. Honestly, I’m not sure. It may be because I’m crazy. Or MAYBE it’s because I have a gigantic heart? Nah, it’s because I’m nuts.

 

Growing up, we lived three blocks and one park away from elementary school. My sister, four years older than myself, was forced by my mom to make sure I got there in one piece. What that really meant was as soon as we were out of sight, she ran off to walk with her much cooler and much older friends.

 

One morning as I was walking by myself, I noticed a grey lump on the side of the road. Upon further investigation with a stick, I determined that the lump was a dead pigeon.  So I did what any smart six-year-old would do. I picked her up and put her in my backpack. Because, duh, I’m six and have absolutely no concept of death. To me, it was a momma bird sleeping because she was tired and tire marks because she had gotten a massage.

 

By the time I made it to the crossing guard, I was so proud of my find that I displayed the carcass to the ancient lady. I can’t exactly remember what she said, probably something like “HOLY HELL”  or maybe something old-people-ish like “My land! It’s a good thing you didn’t put that on my davenport!”

 

Anyway. Long story short, she told my sister, my sister told my parents and by the time I got home from school, the whole neighborhood knew me as That Weird Girl Who Picks Up Dead Birds.

 

Fast forward twenty years and I’m still picking up things from the side of the road. I found our boxer and keeshond/mutt at the pound, both on clearance and ready to meet their maker. And, well, I guess I’m just a sucker for cute things.

 

Brandon’s just glad that I’m no longer a sucker for dead things.