*WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT!*
This morning, as I was scrambling around the house getting everyone ready for school, I glanced out the front window and saw our dog JoJo happily chewing on something. Normally I'd assume it was a stick or a leftover bone and keep going, but today I made the fatal error of going to the window for a closer look.
It was a bunny. With no head.I had one of those car-crash moments where you want to look away but some evil force glues your eyes to the repulsive vision in front of you. Chewing, chewing. Joyful chewing. Not knowing what to do, I continued staring, frozen, as JoJo carefully laid the rest of the bunny down and then settled next to it's furry partial body, as though they were buddies hanging out together, enjoying the beautiful day. My kids came running. I felt nauseous.
As my older two ran out the door to catch the middle school bus, I warned them not to let JoJo lick them...in fact, not to touch her at all. Fifteen minutes later, Leah, my youngest, was waiting outside for me to walk her to her bus stop. She came running inside, telling me that JoJo had just thrown up a huge pile of yuck which included the bunny's head. She did NOT throw up the bunny's head, I chastized her. "YES SHE DID!! There's a bunny nose sticking up from the top of the pile!" I looked (why did I look?), and she was quite right.
This is not a job for me, I thought to myself.Where is my husband when I need him? I then reiterated this story and these thoughts to another mom and a dad at the bus stop. The bus came, I kissed Leah goodbye and took my disgusting dog for a walk. Upon my return, I noticed a large plastic bag with the top tied tightly in a knot resting on the ground outside my garage. My heart skipped a beat. I looked to my yard and saw a nice, smooth, grassy expanse, gloriously free of fur, noses, and bunny torsos. Suddenly my day was looking up! No need to hide in the house avoiding any glances at the front yard. No need to confine my dog to the house. No need to worry what the neighbors might think! I immediately texted my neighbor Rhett with a vigorous thank you message. It may be the best good deed someone has ever done for me. Later, when my 8th grade daughter texted me to see what was for dinner, I texted back, "Rabbit stew." She wasn't amused.
