I think Oreo was out for blood. Whereas Chewy wanted to make a new friend.
Poor Mr. Chippy didn't want to come out from under the old septic tank cover to play, and that made Chewy very unhappy. Turn your sound on to hear his dramatics.
The other morning, I let the dogs out first thing. Oreo went into "sniff" mode right away, and both dogs were distracted by some incredible odors. I decided to go in and make my coffee while they explored a bit.
After awhile, Oreo came inside, but Chewy didn't. Weird.
I went out to check on him, and instead of running/jumping/attacking/licking me as usual, Chewy stayed at the fence line sniffing something. I went over and saw it was a rabbit.
A no longer alive (also known as dead) rabbit, caught under our fence.
I grab Chewy and RUN inside.
I woke Jeff up to remedy the situation. Of course, it is Jeff's job to handle all dead animals (although once, I did have to suck it up and remove a dead toad off our deck before Chewy swallowed it, I'm still squirming over that one).
I'm not sure what Jeff does with the dead animals. All I know is I am grateful they don't end up in our freezer.
After doing the deed, Jeff came in and said, "Which dog has blood on him?"
Jeff says, "The rabbit was still warm."
Really, you touched it? I don't think so.
No evidence existed. Both dogs were squeaky clean.
Anyway....Jeff is convinced Chewy killed the rabbit.
|Does this look like the face of a killer? NO!|
I think the incident happened before I let the dogs out. Otherwise, I would have heard a chase/bark scene going on, instead of the quiet sniff fest.
If it was one of our two, I'd guess it was Oreo.
I guess we'll never know the cause of the rabbit's demise.
Flopsy, I'm sorry our fence killed you. I'm no Mr. McGreggor, but didn't you learn from Peter that you can get stuck on fences?