Here comes Peter Cottonta....RUN PETER RUN!

The past week in my household has been the week of the rabbit.

On Wednesday night I had to transport a dog from Seymour to Rosendale. (It's about an hour and a half drive, one way). Dog was very sweet and the transport went off with out a hitch. But by the time I got home it was around 10:45 and I was exhausted. (And special thanks to K for coming with me! I know you were tired too)

So I get home and the herd is quite happy to see me. I let every one out. I notice that Cosmo and Razz are standing at the top of the hill dead silent, each with one end of something in their mouth. This is not good. What is it? Is it a toy? A sock? Hmm. I call Cosmo and for once, the fact that he is a mommas boy comes in handy. He comes running down the hill and I put him in the house. Spot's in the house. Now for Razz.

I still don't know what she has in her mouth, so I put on a big pair of boots and go tromping through the snow. As the title suggests, it was a rabbit. And it was dead. Peter didn't quite make it. I can't get any where near Razz and she is circling the perimeter of our yard with her prize.

I also need to point out, that this is the third animal she has murdered in our back yard. She's good. And why does this happen to the vegan? What the fuck am I going to do with it?

I go in the house, get two garbage bags, put my boots back on (in reality, they are hubby's boots so they are way too big) and go back outside. I grab a pooper scooper. I am not touching a dead rabbit. I still can't get any where near her. I try, I fall down the hill, I slip all over and generally get pissed.

By now it is around 11:30 and I WANT TO SLEEP. And it's cold. I called a friend of mine that does rescue with me because I knew she would be awake. She laughed heartily at my expense and said "Just go in the house and get a hot dog".

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I let that sit in the air. She realized I didn't have hot dogs. I had canned food so I got that. In the meantime, Razz has begun to bury the rabbit. Dig dig dig. Fuck. I take my canned food over by her and she comes back to the house. She is free of blood and fur so I took that as a good sign. I clomp over to where she was burying the rabbit, and of course I can't find it. It's dark, cold, and I am pissed. I go to bed. I will get the rabbit tomorrow and this ordeal will be over.

The next morning when I let the dogs out, Razz came out on leash to avoid incidence before I went to work. I fed everyone and went outside to proceed with the unearthing of the rabbit. And fuck if I can't find it. I am looking everywhere in the vicinity of where she buried it. I blindly assume that another predator has taken her prize and I won't have to worry about it.

Until 10:30 on Thursday night. Apparently hunted prey tastes better in the dark. I was chatting with some freaks that evening and I tend to be a little bit of a drama queen. So I thank the freaks for their humor and support. I went outside with my tools (boots, garbage bags, and pooper scooper) to attempt the seizure one more time. Finally, I have her cornered. She went in between the garage and the fence, and if I stand at the gate, she has no way out. Then I heard a...

CRUNCH.

It was decided then and there that Razz earned her spoils and she could just eat the fucking rabbit. It was bad enough that I possibly had to throw away a dead rabbit, I was not throwing away a dead half eaten one.

I tried to talk to Razz about veganism and animal rights, but I think it was falling on deaf ears. She gets her de-wormer on Monday. From now on, I let Spot out first as a "warning dog" so the rabbits can get a head start.

The end.