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The yellow lab is Henley (after Don) and the little one is Willow (from Buffy), but we call her Satan, or Napoleon, or Hell-Hound. The hairless one in the center is Ethan. Yesterday, I took the day off to start packing for my big move. I went outside to bring the dogs some water, and there is a dead, furless baby bunny on my deck. Sad, I picked it up and asked my little terrorist (Willow) where she got it, then proceeded to spend nearly an hour looking for a hutch in my yard. No luck. So I decide that there must not be a hutch, maybe a hawk dropped it in the yard and Will found it. An hour later, I go to check on them, she has another one. I spend another forty minutes racking my brain as to where the hutch might be, looking under low bushes, looking in the shed, looking in the fire pit. Nothing. An hour later, another bunny. I was in tears by now, so my sister came over and her two year old found a tuft of bunny hair in the sand box. The stupid rabbit had dug a hole in the sand and made a nest there. No more baby bunnies though. I felt so guilty for not saving any of them. I never thought to look in the sandbox... what a stupid fucking bunny rabbit. There are DOGS in the yard.
