she tried to bring it inside. i had to pry it out of her mouth. it wasn't all the way dead yet, so i left it on the porch because i couldn't bring myself to throw it away while it was alive. so its sitting out on my deck dead now. i have to go throw it away. this is almost as bad as the day that i had to get our cat that got hit by a car out of the road and bury her.
i know. it was basically dead (taking about one breath every thirty seconds or so, not moving). but still, it was horrible and weak.
That dog is prolly covered in nasty fleas.