danatheb (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} danatheb) wrote,@ 2008-04-17 09:31:00 |
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I think I hate living in the country.**
Since the weather finally seems to be turning to spring, there's been a surge in wildlife in the yard, specifically rabbits. Even before seeing the rabbits, we knew SOMETHING was out there, because when we put the dogs out before going to bed, Grayson would take off after SOMETHING like a shot, and I was never 100 percent worried that she'd ever catch a full grown rabbit, since those fuckers are QUICK, and Grayson, despite being pretty agile for a 12 year old dog, is always a little clumsy and doesn't have all of her teeth, so I figured everything would be fine.
Now, I was not a witness to what happened, and it's difficult to be completely sure the baby bunny wasn't already dead or injured when it ended up in my yard, since I don't have access to the scientific CSI equipment necessary to peice together the timeframe of the yard massacre, but I DO know that if you're going to catch, kill (presumably) and eat something that much smaller than yousrelf, EAT THE WHOLE THING. Don't leave behind the DARK MEAT SECTION, jesus christ, dog! And furthermore, weren't you RAISED better than that?! Did you not have food in your damn bowl before you went off on your (alleged) killing spree?! WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WOULD YOU NEED TO EAT A BABY RABBIT!? AND AND AND, if you absolutely HAD to eat it, WHY NOT DO A LITTLE GROOMING BEFORE YOU COME BACK INTO THE HOUSE? Did I need to see you all splattered with blood and YES SOME FLESHY INNARD BITS?! I didn't!
I hope it was worth it, because our relationship has changed FOREVER. I will never EVER be able to look at that cute little face again without thinking HOLY SHIT YOU ATE A BABY RABBIT.
**not really. I'd rather feed grayson a litter of tasty baby animals than move back to New Haven.
Since the weather finally seems to be turning to spring, there's been a surge in wildlife in the yard, specifically rabbits. Even before seeing the rabbits, we knew SOMETHING was out there, because when we put the dogs out before going to bed, Grayson would take off after SOMETHING like a shot, and I was never 100 percent worried that she'd ever catch a full grown rabbit, since those fuckers are QUICK, and Grayson, despite being pretty agile for a 12 year old dog, is always a little clumsy and doesn't have all of her teeth, so I figured everything would be fine.
Now, I was not a witness to what happened, and it's difficult to be completely sure the baby bunny wasn't already dead or injured when it ended up in my yard, since I don't have access to the scientific CSI equipment necessary to peice together the timeframe of the yard massacre, but I DO know that if you're going to catch, kill (presumably) and eat something that much smaller than yousrelf, EAT THE WHOLE THING. Don't leave behind the DARK MEAT SECTION, jesus christ, dog! And furthermore, weren't you RAISED better than that?! Did you not have food in your damn bowl before you went off on your (alleged) killing spree?! WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WOULD YOU NEED TO EAT A BABY RABBIT!? AND AND AND, if you absolutely HAD to eat it, WHY NOT DO A LITTLE GROOMING BEFORE YOU COME BACK INTO THE HOUSE? Did I need to see you all splattered with blood and YES SOME FLESHY INNARD BITS?! I didn't!
I hope it was worth it, because our relationship has changed FOREVER. I will never EVER be able to look at that cute little face again without thinking HOLY SHIT YOU ATE A BABY RABBIT.
**not really. I'd rather feed grayson a litter of tasty baby animals than move back to New Haven.
