My parents were visiting for the Victoria Day long weekend. We went to a Jays game, played darts, and went to the dog park with our dogs. My Mother's dog found a bunny nest in the middle of my back yard over the weekend. Surprising since Victor just mowed the lawn the previous week. Thankfully, her dog is not a blood-thirsty maniac and left the bunnies alone. Stella, to my great surprise didn't even seem to notice them at all! My mother on the other hand, was fascinated with them. She could not believe that the mother would leave them there in doggy-ruled yard. She kept checking on them to see if they were OK. They were much bigger than the fence bunnies. These ones had fur and big round bellies full of Mom's milk. We put up a little fence around them so Victor could mow around them on Monday after my folks were gone back home. I decided last night that today I would go home after work and put a bin from the garage over the babies with a hole big enough for their Mom to get it. I was worried that once they were old enough to start moving around, we'd have another massacre on our hands. I didn't have to worry for long because when I came down from getting dressed this morning she had her head in the bunny hole. Tail wagging, of course. When I called her name she turned around still chewing on a little furry bunny like it was a raw steak. I almost hurled. I cursed her and she ran under the deck. I jumped into my rubber boots and approached the little fence and what was left of the bunnies this time. Two of the five remained. I had to put the chewed up bunny that Stella dropped on the lawn into a bag. Yes, I was crying at this point. I don't know what came over me. It was so terribly sad. If only I had protected them better.
I have to wonder if Stella knew they were there all weekend and was waiting for my Mother's dog to be gone so she didn't have to share them with her. My son keeps telling me that I will have to forgive the dog, but I don't know if I can this time. How can she look at me with those big sweet brown eyes and then nom-nom on little baby bunnies? Stella - The Bunny Killer. What am I going to tell my Mother when she asks how the bunnies are doing?
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