Near this patch of grass is a telephone pole. After a couple days of regular potty outings, Prada had gained an observer: a hawk that curiously enough only perched on that telephone pole around the times I took Prada out.
One more reason to keep your dog on a leash--your dog is less likely to be eaten.
Obviously, this story doesn't have a tragic ending--Prada is currently at home (yay, no more early morning hammering!), probably sleeping. (I'm so jealous.) Well, not tragic for Prada, that is. Judging by the amount of feathers scattered on the lawn, either there was an epic pillow fight while I was gone or a small bird met a violent end.
On a side note, if I hold Prada like Rafiki holds Simba, she dances. I find it very amusing. (She doesn't.)
(True: My dad once hit a wild turkey with his car. Do you know what happens when you hit a wild turkey going sixty miles an hour? A blinding explosion of feathers. Seriously.)