The Whiskinator

Something horrible has happened to my cute, adorable, little Whiskey. Overnight he has turned into a menace to society. Last week we were walking to the vet's office for a routine check up when a baby bird swooped in front of us and Whiskey jumped up and caught it. He turned and looked at me with it in his mouth, like "What do I do with it now?". There I was on the sidewalk of busy downtown Queen Street, screaming and hollering for him to drop it. When I got to the vet, they assured me that everything was fine and to just bring him back in if anything changes.

So, I took my formerly-sweet pup home and made a point of staying clear of any pigeons in our path. Then a few days ago we were on our morning walk, cutting through a back alleyway, when Whiskey dove after a SQUIRREL and CAUGHT IT! It squeaked like one of his squirrel toys (which I think only egged him on) and then after more screaming on my part, he dropped it and the poor little creature hid between a house and a fence. I called the vet back again to let them know and as the woman was typing in the entry she saw about the bird and started to chuckle. Turns out the Carolina Dog (American Dingo) is coming out in him now. I have a little predator on my hands. The Whiskinator.

It hard to believe that the beast that dove after a giant rodent more than half his size is the same little pup that curls up on my lap after a busy afternoon playing.

How can something small and cute enough to perch on an office chair turn into a back alley predator?

Although he has been known to attack colourful socks...

...but is this the face of a killer chihuahua-carolina mix?

All it means is that we are going to have less off-leash walks until he starts following commands better. He is a fast dog. I mean lighting bolt fast. And I would hate for something to happen to him because he runs after a rabid animal. For now he can stick to chasing after even smaller game....like his leprechan ;)