Hunting

Coming to terms with your wild side included pulling bloated carcasses out of your mouth. I watched you dig furiously, tearing out chunks of earth and burying your snout in the hole, drawing in huge breaths in search of a shrew, vole, mole or mouse. You once caught a baby rabbit and wondered why I wouldn't let you bring it into the house to eat at your leisure. You gagged it down, fur and all. It didn't stay down for long.