Relative Something

Here I go again with the old, “be careful what you wish for” line of thinking. I was hoping that our new dog, Delilah, would eventually turn out to be good at controlling the populations of critters around here; or at the least, discouraging them from being a nuisance.

Late on Saturday, to our surprise, she landed her first kill. She found a little bunny buried deep in tall grass, and sat at that spot for most of the evening. As daylight faded into darkness, we began to wonder what was going on out there. It appears she felt no compulsion to need to eat it.

The next morning, after Cyndie let Delilah outside, she returned to the front door, after a brief period of free time, with the still-intact, yet definitely dead, rabbit. She was carrying around her little trophy like it was a precious new play toy.

Eeew.