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gross
Oct 4, 2007 16:23:23 GMT -5
Post by earlthekevin on Oct 4, 2007 16:23:23 GMT -5
wow when I came home today my little rat terrier came up to me holding a bone in it's mouth and it didn't look like anything i've givin him so I figured it was the neibor who gave it to him. That is, until I look at the couch with a mangled bunny laying on it.
Yes thats righ folks, my tiny dog caught a huge rabbit, killed it, brought it inside, ripped it's legg off, and then showed it to me as if I should be proud.
good dog.
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gross
Oct 4, 2007 18:14:47 GMT -5
Post by Classicblast on Oct 4, 2007 18:14:47 GMT -5
How did you react?
Did it make you proud of your dog or sad for the rabbit?
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gross
Oct 4, 2007 19:23:31 GMT -5
Post by earlthekevin on Oct 4, 2007 19:23:31 GMT -5
Well I was more mad at him for bringing it inside than the killing of it because that is just it's nature. The funny thing is is that I was in the basement and my mom was the one who found the rabbit. I could've sworn she was being threatend at gun point by the way she screamed
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gross
Oct 4, 2007 19:47:26 GMT -5
Post by Classicblast on Oct 4, 2007 19:47:26 GMT -5
It sounds like your mother reacted exactly the same way mine would have.
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gross
Oct 4, 2007 20:25:29 GMT -5
Post by Demona on Oct 4, 2007 20:25:29 GMT -5
My mom would have sh*t her pants, that's far worse than bringing a toad or bug in the house and she hates those.
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gross
Oct 4, 2007 23:05:52 GMT -5
Post by Blastgirl on Oct 4, 2007 23:05:52 GMT -5
My Mom would have been sad but I don't think she would have freaked out too much.
I remember reading this story at Earlthekevin's site. I guess it's natural for a hunting dog but I still feel sad for the Bunny.
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gross
Oct 5, 2007 4:40:29 GMT -5
Post by Mahnarch on Oct 5, 2007 4:40:29 GMT -5
Ho, ho...I have one similar, and, probably ickier.
I have two (count 'em, two! Jack Russell Terriers)
One morning I woke up and headed down the hallway outside my bedroom, to the living room, in my morning daze.
The boys met me in a frantic gittyness that they always do and I reached down to pet them.
One head. Second head.
I heard one flip over on his back (which he does often), so I reach down to scratch his belly in the dark.......but his belly was cold and wet.
I walk down the hall and turn on the light....
What I had actually done was scratch the belly of a dead Opossum that the boys had drug in through the doggie door!
*now begins the wretching*
The worse part was:
Is it really dead? Or playing Opossum?
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gross
Oct 5, 2007 23:45:58 GMT -5
Post by Blastgirl on Oct 5, 2007 23:45:58 GMT -5
I think dead if guts were scattered.
It is cool how Opossums know how to become still until Predators leave them though.
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gross
Oct 6, 2007 10:57:36 GMT -5
Post by Mahnarch on Oct 6, 2007 10:57:36 GMT -5
This one wasn't mangled to bits. It was just dead.
Most likely a juggular puncture.
My dogs don't tear the 'catches' apart.
They've left many racoons in tact in the back yard.
Jack Russells are bred 'hunter-returner's - like goose labs and fox hounds.
They even tried to catch and return a goat that had wandered to close to our yard, once. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
Jeff (the goat) just ignored their pulling, for the most part.
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