I know what this picture looks like. It looks like my dog is waiting at the front door to see if someone is coming.
What is it really, you ask? It's a totally freaking intense episode of Wild Kingdom. And my dog is the predatory creature. The victim?
The most annoying cricket on the planet.
Seriously. I have been about to lose my mind during the night while hearing the distant sounds of a cricket chirping in my head. I was starting to wonder if it was just me... don't they say the symptoms of an aneurysm are tasting metal or smelling burnt toast or something? (Or is that a stroke? Or am I just making that up?) Regardless... I was starting to wonder if hearing imaginary cricket sounds was the symptom of something until my dog CORNERED THE PREY.
For how much Riley loves marking his territory, the cricket was just lucky he didn't pee on it. But apparently his antidepressants are working because growling at the dangerous cricket creature seemed to be enough for him.
I got a tissue and slowly snuck up behind Riley so as not to startle the cricket, seeing as my reflexes aren't as fast as they used to be. But by the time I got there the cricket was begging me to put it out of its misery and get it away from the growling white creature ... so I obliged and flushed the little sucker.
And then, I did the only reasonable thing I could do. I did my own celebratory version of Mary Katherine Gallagher's "Supah Star" without the deep lunge, because joy does not begin to adequately describe the feeling of cricket silence:
Now, if it would have been as cute as this crazy-disney-looking-cartoon-creature I took a photo of at mom and dad's a few years ago I might have spared its life. But to be honest, I think this big of a prey might have been out of Riley's league anyway. :)