Ginger held the stick in her mouth, "So...we just wait and then stab the fish when it swims by..."
Stark watched her with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Right...you can't even get the other end of it off the ground. How are you going to stab something with it?"
"I can too.." She huffed and grunted until it was off the ground, but barely. "I saw Honey do it. How hard can it be?"
"Honey? Ginger...Honey is a HUMAN...opposed thumbs and tall...remember how tall Honey was?"
"Yeah...I do..." The stick fell into the water and Ginger padded away with her head hanging low.
Stark ran after her, "hey..sorry...I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok." Ginger sniffed but managed not to cry this time.
"Look...let's go back. I'm a little bigger, maybe I can do it."
"It was a stupid idea. We can find something else to eat." It had been a few days since they had woken up out here in the middle of nowhere alone. She was sure Honey and Dear were lost, and she had been trying to find them. But she couldn't smell them anymore, and she was starting to think maybe Stark was right and they had been abandoned...left for dead.
Stark was feeling like a heel. Yeah, sure he's said they were left for dead because he thought they were, but he hadn't realized what that would do to Ginger. She was his only friend out here, and he didn't like seeing her do down. But he knew, they were pampered pooches, not used to having to forage for their own food, or having to defend themselves. He wasn't sure how long they would last, but however long it was, he wanted her to be happy.
He saw a rabbit and took off after it, not entirely sure how to catch it, or even what to do with it once he did, but it was food. He actually caught it and trotted back to Ginger triumphantly. The problem was, it was still alive in his mouth and he wasn't sure what to do now.
Ginger looked at the rabbit and then at Stark. "You have to kill it before we can eat it I think...but it's so cute...look at it's little nose and fluffiness."
Stark put his paw on it to hold it down and released it from his mouth, "Are we going to eat it? Or take a picture of it for a scrap book?"
"I suppose we should eat it." She said as she sat down and then laid down and covered her eyes with her paws, "Ok...go ahead. I'm ready."
"What are you doing?"
"I can't watch."
"But you were going to stab a fish with a stick?"
"Fish aren't fluffy and cute."
Stark sighed and let the rabbit go, "Ok..let's go back and stab a fish...."