Scene of the Crime

Ouch.

So yesterday while I was blogging the dogs took it upon themselves to show this rabbit–and its belly-squeaker–who was boss. They worked together in true pack fashion and stuffing-guts were strewn in multiple locations. Forensics would have a hell of a time piecing it together, but we think the attack started in the living room, moved to my bedroom, and finished in the office, where you see the corpse’s final positioning here along with some splatter.

We still haven’t found the squeaker. And neither dog shows any evidence of contrition. In fact, this morning they’ve moved on to a tiny stuffed bear…

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Michael Mock
Michael Mock

Were I a dog, I’ve no doubt that I would find such an activity highly therapeutic. (Now that I think about it, I used to work out my frustrations by setting up old milk cartons full of water and cutting them in half in the back yard, which is probably a pretty similar dynamic.)

thebookgator
thebookgator

Ha! Truth. Dogs are messy with their stuffed kills. I always end up with bits of the filling material under my bed.

martianmooncrab
martianmooncrab

CSI Chez Crow