Sympathy, madness, whatever you want to call it

So, I had a fairly depressing incident today. The dog, Armani (Mani), an adorable but bossy/whiney/constantly hungry pug cross, found a rat in the backyard. Being a dog, she attacked it... but as she had never encountered a rat before, she didn't kill it. I found her standing over the rat as it struggled to move, still but only just clinging to life.

I didn't know what to do. If it was another animal, a bird or something, I probably would've picked it up and taken it to the vet... but it was a rat. So I went to tell Dad about it.

As he was snoozing on the couch at the time, his reaction was to grunt "Why are you telling me? I'm asleep!" before rolling over and ignoring me. Thanks, Dad.

Mum was more concerned than he was, thankfully. She came out to have a look, sympathised, and sent Dad to 'put it out of its misery'.

Empathy is shit. I mean, it was a rat, right?

But it didn't deserve that. Not really.

Look at me, I've gone all animal lover. Pfft.

Anyway, after that, we now know what's been making all the noise in the roof.

Rats.

Lol, sorry. Xx.