The Bunny Slayer

Well, almost. The other day I caught Murphy with a baby bunny in his mouth (through his muzzle, nonetheless) after I had just let him outside for a potty break. I just happened to walk back out at that very moment. I immediately screamed "drop it" and well, being the well trained Greyhound that he is, he did exactly that. They bunny scurried off to the nearest tree and as far as I can tell, he survived. Whew, close call!

Honestly, if you were a bunny couple looking to set up house somewhere, why would you choose the backyard belonging to many Greyhounds? Exactly my point.

In true Greyhound fashion, Murphy hasn't forgotten the bunny incident and every time I let him out, he faithfully goes back to the stack of tree branches to see if it may magically produce more baby bunnies so that he can course them in the backyard. Ha! Ha! He is so funny.