Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The taste for blood

Apollo killed his first bunny this morning.

Before you get to impressed by his prowess. It was a barely born baby that weighed zero and some change. The kids saw it right before school. I didn't hear about it until I drove away for morning school drop-off in the car. "Mom, we saw a mommy bunny bounce away and we saw a baby bunny nest in the back yard."
"Umm, really?" I queried. Because unfortunately I had just released Apollo out to frolic for the 10 minutes it would take me to shuttle the kids to school.

Multiple thoughts swirled in my mind.

My first thought was, "I hope Apollo mames and kills all the bunnies (baby or not) he can find".
REF: and

My second thought: Apollo is not that bright. We always called him "the pretty one", and Starbuck, "the smart one". I tried to assure myself that his only M.O. was to bark at the neighbor or chase tree pollen. I was certain he'd miss the scent of freshly born rabbit meat.

My third thought was, "Wow, I hope Cosmo (the 4 year old) does not witness the gore of a dog ravaging a bunny carcass when we pull up."

AAAANNNNNDDD he definitely did. I will spare you the details. Needless to say, I was 15 minutes late to work because I had to hose the blood and wipe the lusty smile off of his face.