Happy Sunday

Mom has been busy with work but we have tried to stop by Blogville when she had some time. Here's a portrait of my handsome self for all to enjoy. 

Got My First Kill

Well, at least she has crossed out the dead on the poster.

Oh dogs is mom pissed.  Let me tell you my side of the story first.  Mom gets home late and lets me outside.  I take care of my business and go to my favorite place to sniff around which is Dad’s tractor.  Mom notices me smelling all around it with my ears perked and my tail raised high.  She comes over to investigate and sees what I can smell.  She tries to bribe me off by saying let’s go in for treats. I just ignore her.  She tries again treat, treat let’s go in.  I start to go I really do but then I catch something out of the corner of my eye and I was on it like white on rice.  Mom is screaming drop it Sully DROP IT which I did immediately.  I thought she would be proud of me I killed my first rabbit. OMD was I wrong!  She is screaming at me calling me a bunch of HBO names.  My feelings were hurt; my ears, my head, and my tail were hanging low. I didn’t understand what I did and I thought this should have been a joyous occasion with some atta boys and good job Sully.  

Now here’s Mom's side of the story:

Sully is right I did arrived home late but it had nothing to do with him murdering a little rabbit.  He is also right I saw the rabbit and I did try to bribe him with treats to get him to go inside but here is where the story changes.  I tried my hardest to not let him catch sight of the rabbit but he was in the zone sniffing, smelling and not hearing a damn thing I had to say.  He grabs the rabbit in his big ass jaws of death and I can hear the baby crying.  OMG a crying rabbit is a horrible sound and it was ripping at my heart.  I was screaming DROP IT and chasing him around the yard.  He finally drops it and the little rabbit is gasping for air so I picked him up.  I won't lie, I was crying at this point and praying to God to let this rabbit take its last breath because I could see its insides and I didn’t want it to suffer or be the one who actually had to kill it. I felt the little one take its last breath and I was thankful.

I have forgiven Sully.  I know Sully isn’t a vicious dog; his instincts just kicked in and took over.