Last night I let the dog out before bed like I always do. I let him out and went to get ready for bed. I thought he was asking to come in, but when I went to let him in he wasn't there. I called for him and found he was in the far corner of the yard. And when he looked up I knew, I knew he was eating something. Oh no, not good. But surprisingly he came running in when I called him. He stopped at the base of the steps and looked up at me with the look that says, "oh crap, she's gonna kill me." And I was repeating over and over again, "no, no you didn't. Please tell me you didn't." His face was covered in blood and so were his feet. I had to call a few times, but he did come in and I grabbed him before he got in the door and ran him to the bathroom. He looked like the Joker with the red smile painted on his face. The smell was so gross and I think I was drowning him trying to get all of it off his beard.
Mo has been chasing this rabbit in our yard for weeks. Not every night, but a lot of them, the bunny is there when he goes out before bed and he tries to catch it. He knows where it's holes in and out of the yard are and he has tried to dig it out before. This rabbit has been driving him mad since the summer actually. His terrier instincts finally kicked in and he won his war with the bun bun. Death to the bun! I was grossed out and too worried about having to deal with the situation to be proud of him for getting in touch with his animal instincts. John wanted to know why I didn't get a picture of him and if I gave him a treat for being good. I was too concerned with cleaning him up to get a camera. Although I thought about it.
I grabbed plastic bags, a flashlight, and vinegar and headed outside. Vinegar, yes, vinegar. I figured it would kill the blood stink if I doused the area with it. I had flashbacks to Mo digging up our buried chinchilla and playing with it and then redigging the hole repeatedly to roll in the stink. I went through a lot to get that to not smell enticing anymore, so I wanted to go for it right away. I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't too bad on the bloody scale. He hadn't gotten to do much damage before I called him in, thankfully. I approached it with my flashlight in hand. As I bent close it gasped! What the? I jumped back and started to freak out. It's alive? Are you kidding me? I started to panic knowing that I couldn't let it suffer, I had to finish it off. I thought about getting a gun, but being that it was 11:30 pm I thought that wouldn't go over well with the neighbors. I would have ended up with the cops here. So I settled on hitting it with a shovel. I got one and started to feel like I was hiding a crime that I had committed or something. Standing there in the dark with my shovel and flashlight shining on my victim I started feeling like someone from Bones or Castle figuring out how to off someone. While I did a panic dance in the yard about not wanting to kill it I luckily thought maybe I should shove it before I bludgeoned it to death. I seriously think it would have been easier to shoot it than hit it. I gave him a little push with the shovel and he didn't move again. I guess I caught his death shudder earlier. Then I lost all my nerve to pick it up in a bag. It was looking at me with it's sad bunny eyes...so cute. So I put it on the shovel and tossed it over the fence. Which took two tries. It was a pretty large rabbit, which made it pretty impressive that he was able to take it down.
Let's hope that this serves as a warning to all other would be bunny interlopers. We have the big bad Mo on patrol, and he will take you down! I just never want to have to do that again. Why is it that he knows to do the awful things when I am home alone? It's like he thinks, "what can I do to her this time?" I've had to monitor his potty time all day today. The one time I forgot he found blood somewhere that I missed and coated his head in it. I didn't notice it until it was dry and then I was worried about what he had laid on with his bloody head. I haven't come across anything else with it on it, and I have no idea where it was out there. Ugh. I'm done with bloody dog fur. No more!
Mo has been chasing this rabbit in our yard for weeks. Not every night, but a lot of them, the bunny is there when he goes out before bed and he tries to catch it. He knows where it's holes in and out of the yard are and he has tried to dig it out before. This rabbit has been driving him mad since the summer actually. His terrier instincts finally kicked in and he won his war with the bun bun. Death to the bun! I was grossed out and too worried about having to deal with the situation to be proud of him for getting in touch with his animal instincts. John wanted to know why I didn't get a picture of him and if I gave him a treat for being good. I was too concerned with cleaning him up to get a camera. Although I thought about it.
I grabbed plastic bags, a flashlight, and vinegar and headed outside. Vinegar, yes, vinegar. I figured it would kill the blood stink if I doused the area with it. I had flashbacks to Mo digging up our buried chinchilla and playing with it and then redigging the hole repeatedly to roll in the stink. I went through a lot to get that to not smell enticing anymore, so I wanted to go for it right away. I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't too bad on the bloody scale. He hadn't gotten to do much damage before I called him in, thankfully. I approached it with my flashlight in hand. As I bent close it gasped! What the? I jumped back and started to freak out. It's alive? Are you kidding me? I started to panic knowing that I couldn't let it suffer, I had to finish it off. I thought about getting a gun, but being that it was 11:30 pm I thought that wouldn't go over well with the neighbors. I would have ended up with the cops here. So I settled on hitting it with a shovel. I got one and started to feel like I was hiding a crime that I had committed or something. Standing there in the dark with my shovel and flashlight shining on my victim I started feeling like someone from Bones or Castle figuring out how to off someone. While I did a panic dance in the yard about not wanting to kill it I luckily thought maybe I should shove it before I bludgeoned it to death. I seriously think it would have been easier to shoot it than hit it. I gave him a little push with the shovel and he didn't move again. I guess I caught his death shudder earlier. Then I lost all my nerve to pick it up in a bag. It was looking at me with it's sad bunny eyes...so cute. So I put it on the shovel and tossed it over the fence. Which took two tries. It was a pretty large rabbit, which made it pretty impressive that he was able to take it down.
Let's hope that this serves as a warning to all other would be bunny interlopers. We have the big bad Mo on patrol, and he will take you down! I just never want to have to do that again. Why is it that he knows to do the awful things when I am home alone? It's like he thinks, "what can I do to her this time?" I've had to monitor his potty time all day today. The one time I forgot he found blood somewhere that I missed and coated his head in it. I didn't notice it until it was dry and then I was worried about what he had laid on with his bloody head. I haven't come across anything else with it on it, and I have no idea where it was out there. Ugh. I'm done with bloody dog fur. No more!
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