An open letter to the Nashville family who recently lost their home

In my neighborhood a few days ago I came across a relatively new home that had the roof torn off, and everything inside was scattered about. Utterly destroyed, it was. I could tell a lot of effort went in to building this little home. I know what you’re thinking: it was a tornado, right? No, that’s wrong. It wasn’t a tornado. Nashville’s been having pretty great weather.

The victims weren’t anywhere in sight, although just a few minutes before I came across the destruction a female flew by me as if she were being chased by a monster. As it turns out, she was being chased by two monsters! I was right on two assumptions: 1. She was the homeowner as I’d suspected, and 2. Those monsters were my two sweet docile loving cuddly dogs!

OK, they were ┬ánot being cuddly at this particular moment. They were being savages, as wild as wolves, howling like sirens. They were in hot pursuit of the female… rabbit! Yes, a rabbit. Despite their best effort, though, they didn’t catch her and once they realized she was out of reach they snooped around and found her home. A rabbit hole. They began to sniff and dig. Dig and sniff. Rabbits make their homes by piling up sticks and leaves and their own fur, and usually do it in plain sight as a way to trick any wild animals that might prey on them.

I entered the story (besides the bunny fly-by) when I caught up to my dogs doing the sniffing and the digging. I saw a bunch of fur an thought, “Did they catch the rabbit??” Then as I got closer, I realized they didn’t, but that they’d found the rabbit’s home.

Fur, debris, and an empty hole.┬áThat’s all I saw. I’m going to assume (for my own peace of mind) that the baby bunnies, if any were tucked in there, scurried away safely before the monsters arrived.

Next time, I hope mama bunny doesn’t make her home in the middle of a dog park!

-BW

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Volume 6: Balancing Doggy Instinct With Class.


This morning, being as pleasant as it was in Nashville, I took my dog for a walk. Before we made it out of the yard, she discovered some evidence of a rabbit in our yard. Not only did the evidence make it clear a rabbit had been there recently, it was enough evidence to suggest something more was happening. I continued with the plan to take the beagle for a walk. She was exceptionally supportive when we began our way back to the house. Normally the return trip is when she slows down and sniffs each and every thing possible. But this time, she was leading me the entire way back. She had the evidence fresh on her mind… and in her sensitive nostrils. For the sake of what might be found, I put Piper in her cage and ventured back outside to investigate. Our suspicions were confirmed when at least 3 pink newborn rabbits were deep down in a hole, covered in stray rabbit fur and loose grass. They were so young- no hair on their bodies yet, and unopened eyes. So how do I encourage the beagle to go with her instinct, yet at the same time clue her in that aggressively hunting newborn rabbits is just plain unclassy. Does she care about showing class? Should I teach the momma bunny a lesson? How do I keep a hunter from hunting and allow babies to become adults? Any ideas are welcome!

Volume 1: Sharing A House With Dog.

Volume 2: Sharing A Car With Dog.

Volume 3: Sharing A Yard With Dog.

Volume 4: Sharing Problems with Dog.

Volume 5: Teaching Dog To Respond Favorably.

Volume 6: Balancing Doggy Instinct With Class.