Mole Breath

While walking Molly the other morning, she picked up something off of the ground and before I realized what it was and before I could stop her, she had a dead mole in her mouth. It was more like a mole popsicle because it was about 11 degrees. I tried to get her to drop it but she was chewing just as fat as she could. A mole must be some sort of a delicacy because I was saying "Drop it! Drop it!" and she had it chewed up in about 15 seconds. I also realized it was probably going to make her sick so I walked around outside with her for an extra 30 minutes so she could get sick outside. As soon as I thought it was safe, I took her back in the house and she promptly threw up on the carpet. She had mole breath all day long, she cut some nasty mole farts, and it was just the gift that kept on giving.