One afternoon while doing some work in the
garden I noticed my dog dragging something
under the fence. Upon inspection, to my
dismay, I realized it was the next door
neighbour's daughter's rabbit. For years I
had watch her come home from school and head
straight out to its cage, free it and play
with it in the garden. I knew today would be
no different and fearing for our dog, I had
to think fast.
The rabbit was quite dirty, as if it had put
up quite a struggle, so I washed it off with
the hose, combed it with the dog brush and
blew it dry with the leaf blower. Upon
finishing its grooming, I jumped the fence
and replaced it back in its cage hoping its
death would be written off as "natural causes".
Within the hour, the neighbour's car pulled in
and out popped the little girl, and as usual
she headed straight for the cage. Only this
time she stopped about six feet away and
Her father, panic stricken, stood looking at
the cage. Being the good neighbour that I am, I
rushed to fence and asked if there was anything
I could do.
Her father less than calmly blurted, "What kind
of sick individual would dig up a little girl's
dead rabbit and put it back in it's cage?"