Dead Things and Dogs

Our dog – Moo – chews a lot. She always has. Her favorite is shoes. She has ruined countless shoes in her first year of life and shows no sign of slowing down. It looks like she will always be a chewer.

When we came home Friday, Moo was in the yard chewing on something. My husband investigated thinking it might be another shoe. It wasn’t a shoe; it was a rabbit. Not sure if she killed the rabbit or if one of the cats got her. Either way, I knew the rabbit had to go.

My first attempt to get rid of the dead rabbit was to grab a shovel and then sling it into the woods – because after all, dogs don’t remember anything, right? That is why I have to constantly get onto Moo about jumping up on me and Rae. That is also why we always have to tell her to get out of the house when she follows us in. She doesn’t remember, so – in theory – she won’t remember about this rabbit. It wasn’t five minutes later that Moo had dragged the rabbit back to the middle of the yard. She then stayed close by it – like guarding it from anyone who would want it.

The next day the rabbit is still in the yard and very much dead. There is less than her but still needs to go. I grab the shovel and this time bury the rabbit – thinking that there is something else I need to do when I bury it but can’t remember. Half the day goes by before Moo unearths the rabbit. My husband said that he would bury it and put something heavy on top of it to keep her from digging. He then proceeded to tell me that’s why there are tombstones – to keep the dead in the ground. He didn’t get to bury the rabbit. It is now gone from the yard. The last time we saw it, all that was left was fur. Poor rabbit. Now we don’t have a smelly rabbit in the yard but a smelly dog who hates baths.