My Sweet, Gross Mastiff

Ok, so my mom and I walk outside on the back porch and see my mastiff- who wouldn't hurt a fly- drop a dead, picked at, bloody dove at our feet!!! We both gag and yell "DAD!!!" He comes out and says "Oh, wow! This would cook well! It's nice and fresh!" YUCK!!!! This is my conclusion: My sweet mastiff who falls asleep next to the fireplace every night and leans against my legs, was just trying to save the bird by giving him mouth to mouth.