Sierra, t'other day seemed to be gnawing on something, on the porch.

She'd killed one of my buddies!
(Prolly my fault, too..)

A few local lizards had finally realized that - while I was sitting on the steps, reading paper w/tea, (or even at other times): I really wasn't interested in eating them..

So one or two would join me, sun selves on the other side of the steps, instead of prudently scurrying whenever a biped comes.

But I wasn't on the porch when this dastardly deed was done!
{sniff} I think she got Dan (Quayle, natch) - the slow one :-/




I have now repeated to her.. til it sinks in -- Do. Not. Eat. My Buddies!!
Next, we will work on 'Heel!'