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I’m walking Nigel (90lbs Rottie Mutt) and Sophie (60lbs Heinz 57) along a busy roadway in Downtown Jersey City, NJ. The sidewalk there is narrow, right alongside the curbing, so I am paying close attention to the gutter because Nigel is a ninja at scarfing up food bits people have tossed on the ground. I’m worried he’ll jump right into traffic for a chicken bone, and thus fail to notice on the opposite side of the walkway from the road there is a dead cat...victim of the busy roadway. Nigel uses his ninja skills and efficiently grabs the dead cat in his jaws. I start yelling at him “No” “Drop It!” and tugging hard on his lead. Nigel thinks its a big game and is enjoying this new toy he’s discovered...he’s prancing around with it, giving it the “rat shake” all while I’m yelling my head off at him, and trying to keep from getting tangled up in dog leads. So it’s a proper ‘scene’ and right on the other side of the roadway is a popular pancake restaurant, it’s Sunday morning, and the flapjack joint has people lined up out the door, watching the spectacle. A woman in line sees what Nigel is playing with, freaks out and comes running at as from across the road yelling “Oh my God!”
I yell back “Lady, this cat was already dead! I swear!”
I did finally get Nigel to drop it moments later...then I cursed him out. Nigel was an ********* sometimes, but I love him (RIP buddy)
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