Oh, Sue, Oh, Sue.....In August of this year we had *the bunny incident* at our house. I was so upset, I couldn't talk about it, so Hannah relayed the story to a few of her friends. With her permission, I shall post that email here now.....

Bella, Star, Cody, Honey, and Lilly,

My mom is a basket case. I just wondered what you do when your mom acts like she is going to fall out or something. Okay, let me explain. First I was sawing zzz's like normal this morning when I heard this screeching sound. I was up like a flash and saw Mom standing at the back door calling for Tucker. Well, of course I darted past her to investigate. The screeching is coming from around by the garage so off I go. It is still dark outside as it is 5 am (Tucker gets up real early.) There I find Tucker right by the fence and in the fence is this big old bunny and it is stuck in the fence and bleeding and there is pieces of fur in the grass so I am thinking that Tucker got to the old bunny at some point. Mom is having a fit and I think she was calling me and Tucker but I don't really know 'cause of course my mind is on what to do now that we done got us a rabbit. It wasn't more than a minute when Dad comes out and he gets Tucker to go in the house and I'm still not sure how I want to handle this situation - the bunny is still screeching and still stuck in that fence real good. I try to get closer but then I change my mind and back off. Finally I decide I better go in the house before Mom is a total lunatic. So I go in and the bunny stops screeching. Dad tries to get the bunny out of the fence using the pooper scooper, but that is not doing anything, so he tells Mom he can't do anything about it and she should call Animal Control. It is really jammed into that fence. Dad goes off to work. Mom calls the people at the Animal Control and it takes about an hour but they send someone and pick up our catch of the day. The guy told mom it was still alive but it didn't look like it cause it was all limp and everything. So awhile later we all go outside and of course Tucker and me run over to the area where it was to see what we could see. Mom gets the hose to hose the blood off the fence and I spot a nice old chuck of bunny meat with the fur still on it and in a split second grabbed it and ran under the trees to gobble it down. When I came out of the trees Mom is spazing out talking about blood on my face. Well, DUH, you eat fresh meat, you get a little messy. Tucker didn't get any but Mom 'spects that he was the one who chomped the pieces out of the bunny in the first place oderwise how come the pieces of fur on the grass like that. Next thing I know, mom has the blue bucket with soap and water and a wash cloth and I'm getting my whole face washed off.

Now Mom's just been so upset for all day. She feels like such a bad person 'cause she couldn't even look at the injured bunny to say nothing about helping it. She says she keeps hearing that screaming noise it was making. She don't even want to look at Tucker and me and I doubt that we will be getting any kisses for a while.

Mom tried to write about this at Pet Talk, but she is so upset she couldn't do it. I know your moms probably get a little frantic at times too, but this is ridiculous. Hope she calms down so life can return to normal around here.

Hannah