It’s official: Roxie is a killer.
Last night, I got back from my run and left the door propped open for Roxie so she could go outside and play while I was on the phone (or pee or whatever she does out there). I heard a loud squeak and thought maybe she had found one of her toys in the yard. And then I heard it again and thought maybe it was her squeaking.
I go outside to take a peek and she’s “playing” with something… something alive! I think it’s a mouse, so I try not to look. Then realize it’s a baby bunny. Roxie is pawing at it and then puts it in her mouth. She is so proud.
I couldn’t bear to watch, so I go back inside…. But here’s a post-mortem shot of Roxie’s latest victim:
It took two Ziplock bags, a garden spade and lots of gagging for me to properly dispose of him. RIP little buddy…