I'm not a boastful dog...I mean I'm not the kind that has to "show" Mom when I send a mouse to an early death. BUT, when I summon all my courage and wade into a snake, I might just have to let someone know.
You see, Mom walked down to the creek and was just about to step on a very ferocious garter snake when I pounced in front of her.
She thought I was being a little rude until I started shaking the varmit to death. You might say, she changed her attitude very quickly and began praising me. Now, I don't mind a little praise, but I much prefer that praise with bacon on top!