The Rabbit Died. Happy Easter!

The Day Before Easter, 2014

This actually just happened. I sat down at my laptop and fell into the Internet. Two hours later, I see from the corner of my eye one of the dogs chewing on something next to my chair, making a lot of crunchy noises. After 5 minutes I pull my eyes from the screen and actually look at her, identifying the red-purple stringy thing she's got in her jaws as a really big plush toy our beagle has, or had. It's eviscerated.

So I went back to the Internet.

More chewing- crunching, same red-purple pulp noted from the corner of my eye, but I'm thinking, still lost in the Internet, how many plastic eyes and squeakers could that toy have? (And no, I didn't stop to think at that point - as a responsible pet owner would have - that too many plastic eyes and squeakers might not be good for a dog.)

Twenty minutes later, the first dog leaves but pretty soon another one takes her place - same spot next to my chair, same chewing-crunching noises, still something red-purple but considerably smaller than before. I'm briefly and vaguely puzzled, but - back to the Internet.

Then the second dog left.

My husband yells from the family room: "Godammit! Drop it! Get away!"

And I said, not looking up from the Internet "Oh yeah, it's that toy of Augie's - they're all chewing on it....."

"NO, ACTUALLY: IT'S A RABBIT AND THEY'RE EATING IT" he stated calmly, but in all caps.

So I put down the Internet and run out there, following a sad little trail of gray bunny fluff to the family room, where my husband and I stare at each other in horror (and in my case chagrin) over the nasty little scene before us. Then I mumble something like "buh, buh but it looked like the toy ...  I didn't see any bones... I was, well, I was on the Internet! "

My long-suffering husband sighed and turned to the task at hand, asking for a whole roll of paper towels to clean up the red-purple remnants in the family room, then he headed out to the backyard to find the rest of the carcass.

And I went back on the Internet to tell this story.

So. ..... Happy Easter, I guess? And go with the chocolate bunnies, they taste better and they're a breeze to clean up - no bones.