Recently, Divinity has taken to hunting frogs during our walks. While passing brush along our path, Divinity sticks her head in, and moments later out she comes with two webbed feet sticking out of her mouth.
Sometimes the frogs are alive, sometimes they have been dead for weeks. Either way they are down the hatch unless I manage to grab hold of them before she chomps down too much.
I suppose the fresh frogs are OK for her diet, however, I very much doubt the frogs she catches where rigor mortis set in weeks before are a healthy snack.
After Divinity’s hunt is over, and we are finished our walk, we return home to Divinity’s least favorite activity, having her teeth brushed!