The morning after Easter, I went out for a little jog and when I came back, Sadie was eagerly trying to put this cute little bunny ON my feet. Sadie was so proud of herself she could hardly contain her excitement. She was wiggling around like she didn't have any bones in her body. I assume now that what I was doing to avoid getting the bunny put ON my feet looked much the same. After much cajoling, I convinced Sadie to put it on the patio and to come inside with me so that I could give her a treat for being such a good dog.
Finally I worked up the nerve to go outside and discard the poor bunny. I grabbed a broom and dustpan and slowly approached. I was dreading having to try and move what I thought would be an icky, squishy bunny into the dustpan. When I prodded it with the broom, the bunny was as hard as a rock. Rigor mortis was fully in effect. I discarded the bunny and then went inside to try and stop squealing.
That's when it hit me.
Sadie was a bunny-catching imposter! There is no way she could have just killed this bunny and for it to already have full rigor mortis. Since she was asleep in the bedroom with me up until 45 minutes prior, she could not be the murderer. Phew! My dog didn't kill a harmless bunny. But what she did was much worse. She was taking credit for the neighbor cat's handiwork.
I have to say I'm ashamed of her. I thought she had stronger integrity.
Sorry about the ickiness factor of this story. But aren't you glad I didn't make you think too much about the part where my dog goes and picks up an hours old bunny corpse?
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