Do you know those cold Sunday mornings, when you get up and go for a jog. When you get back you take a hot shower and you wrap yourself in a warm blankie as you watch The Great British Bake Off. Then you start wondering where your 4-month-old border collie puppy is and your significant other reassures you she’s just playing in the back yard. Then your curiosity just wants to kill the cat and you go check the back yard. And then you find your fully-fenced, net-covered garden covered in feathers, with a very happy border collie sitting, smiling, next to a dead pigeon. Strawberries trampled, tomato vines broken and you trying to figure out the riddle of how the hell is this even possible. Welcome to my Sunday.