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Ista found her own little (baby) bunny rabbit. She was going to love him and lick him and toss him and throw him and call him George.

I made her drop George, and when we came back an hour later and found that George was still alive and moving around (not bleeding or anything), [livejournal.com profile] markgritter got out yard gloves and some plastic and moved him to the other side of the fence. Ista was dosed with Listerine.

We repeated this procedure for George II. And, in the same trip outside, for George III. (We pause to imagine the dog flinging Hanoverian monarchs around the backyard with glee and abandon.) At that point she was doing a happy joyful dance around the bunny nest: look! There are more tiny squeaky toys, all for Ista! So [livejournal.com profile] markgritter moved Georges IV - VI to the other side of the fence as well.

Sigh. The joys of pet ownership. We suspect that George I will be a prophet among his own people due to being the first to survive the Wrath of Dog and be bodily transported to the promised land. Either that or the racoon will kill and eat him. We're not sure.

Date: 2006-06-27 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] steve-dash-o.livejournal.com
Last week my dad found a bird's foot and a single feather under the table in their screened-in porch.

I'm not sure why, but I always feel sort of proud of the family cat when Dad tells me about his kills. He's very capable, I guess, and I'm impressed by that.

Date: 2006-06-27 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-flea-king.livejournal.com
So many people would have told this story in horrified tones. I really like how you accept the brutality of nature with--well, good nature.

Date: 2006-06-27 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missista.livejournal.com
Grumph. I thought I was being extremely good natured about the whole thing, and I still don't see why I couldn't keep my toys.

I checked again tonight but there were no more bunnies to be found.

Stupid monkeys.

Date: 2006-06-27 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com
If she'd actually killed any of the baby bunnies, I would have made horrified noises at having to deal with their tiny ears and paws in disposing of the corpses. Not surprised, though, just grossed out. Dogs are omnivores. Bunnies are prey. This is how the world goes; it made her so darn happy, but we've cleaned up little mammal corpses before and will avoid it whenever possible.

Date: 2006-06-27 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greykev.livejournal.com
Perhaps you have set the Georges on an epic journey to find a home free from the ravages of Dog? They could have exciting adventures along the way, and free other bunnies from cruel cages and whatnot!

Date: 2006-06-27 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] intrepida.livejournal.com
It is very normal to find my boyufriend and our cat sitting at the same window, watching the same birds. To the best of my knowledge, only one of them is contemplating having the birdies for lunch.

Date: 2006-06-28 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com
Leaving only the question of which.

Date: 2006-06-28 01:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] intrepida.livejournal.com
Given Skip's tender feelings toward animals in general, I would assume it was Hades contemplating lunch, but I'm open to the possibility that it could be the other way 'round.

Date: 2006-06-29 10:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ribmeister.livejournal.com
Thought you might like this :)
http://callhimgeorge.ytmnd.com/

Date: 2006-06-29 12:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrissa.livejournal.com
Oh my. That is not the George my Verocious Attack Poodle has flung around -- although it's a lovely thought....

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