Dead Pigeon

A pigeon died on the roof the other day. The carcass, without a head, is still up there. I don't want to touch it. When the body was still fresh, Brenda was incredibly curious. I wouldn't let her near it, which was easy since I always keep her on leash when we're up there--more so she won't run back down the stairs before going to the bathroom than out of fear she'd jump or fall off.

Brenda's attempts at letting me near the bird were humorous, and sneaky. Instead of pulling hard on the leash, she pretended that she was uninterested and sort of meandered toward it. I was watching her though, and when we got a few steps away she looked up at me out of the corner of her eye and then made a mad dash. I was ready for the maneuver, and held tight. She didn't get it, but the tactic made me chuckle.