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TROPHIES

I have mentioned that Booker likes the lizards.

He runs them down until they "disappear" into a crack in the wall or into an impenetrable bush. He trees them. He is relentless. If there are none in view, he will sniff them down. I didn't know lizards have a scent. They are cold blooded. But fish smell, don't they?

We have had two questions in our minds about this.

First, can he catch one? Second, what would he do it if he did? Catch one.

Today, we answered the questions.

To the first? Yes. He can catch them. John called me into the living room. This is sort of Booker's favorite space. The big new (to us) blue plushy rug. All his toys go in there.

There, on the rug, was a body. A medium small lizard. Four inches. Dead. Well, of course. If it wasn't dead it would not be lying there.

Second question also answered. What does he do with the body? He doesn't eat it. At least, not yet. He brings it into his space as a trophy.

Now, he did not come to us to go into the room to see. He didn't stand guard over it and wait for us to react. He was lying about five feet away looking calm and proud.

We examined the corpse, gave moderate praise. It was clear that he didn't want it. It was for us.

So I went and got a paper towel and gave it proper disposal which around here is anywhere the ravens or snakes can go or perhaps the coyotes.

We have a neighbor whose cat catches and eats the lizard then gets sick for a few days.

I am glad to have the kill laid at my feet.

Do you know how incredibly fast on their feet these cold blooded creatures are?

Yes?

Now you know how incredibly fast a warm blooded airedale can be.

Labels: Booker, desert