Oliver has snuffed three rabbits in the past 36 hours. True, he is a pit-beagle, can you expect him to be more respectful of animal life? Still it is disturbing to pick up the bunny by the ear after he’s broken its neck and gummed it up. (I leave the picking up to Gil, truthfully.) The dog wants to show off its kill, brings it to us intact, perhaps conserving it for a later snack.
These rabbits make their habitat exactly where we put in the new vegetable garden, and in fact I watched Oliver corner one of them against the picturesque Hobbit fence. Yelping, in a frenzy. I know that once I put in my lettuce those rabbits would trash it.