Wabbit Season

Posted January 11, 2012 // Barton and Lucy

Don’t let this face fool you.

Under those sweet eyes is a wild animal. Her new nicknames around the house range from Lucy Lou to Killa’ to Lucy Fud.

We’ll spare you any photos, but lets just say that our girl went hunting this week and she caught herself a real live rabbit. Or at least it was live.

We’re afraid the poor thing didn’t stand a chance – not even a fleet of vet tech schools could have saved the poor thing (that’s for you Michelle!)

Picture it looking a little something like this once we got to it.

The whole scenario went a little something like this:

11:30 p.m.: Commotion outside. Very excited pup reluctant to come in from the dark backyard. Very dirty. Stinks like something died.

12:30 a.m.: Same pup keeps waking up parents to let her back out into yard. Very excited about something she left out there.

7:30 a.m.: Mom lets pup out in morning only to find her tossing one of her toys around the back yard like a rag doll. Shaking it. Throwing it for herself, pouncing on it. Very excited.

7:35 a.m: Mom realizes this toy is too big to be pup’s stuffed duck carcass, it looks a little light-colored too.

7:36 a.m.: Mom cautiously walks out into yard to take a peak. Lucy proudly brings her toy over.

7:38 a.m.: Dad gets text at work. “She killed a rabbit last night.”

7:39 a.m.: And another, “I’m going to work, you can take care of this right?”

Dealing with dead animals is man’s work.

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