This post could have several different titles:
"Life Without Elmo"
"Run, Rabbit, Run"
"The Food Chain"
"Fatal Attraction" sub-title: "Rabbit Stew"
Please suggest any titles of your own.
In order to fully understand the reason for posting these possibly disturbing pictures, especially to Bugs Bunny lovers, it might be helpful to read a previous post entitled, FINDING ELMO.
These pictures were taken just before we found out that Junior has lymphoma and just after Elmo fell victim to the gnarling, gnashing teeth of June Bug.
I must warn you that what is to follow is not for the faint-of-heart, so if you fit into that category, maybe you should stop here.
It wasn't that the rabbit couldn't out-run Junior in an all-out foot race, but, that he was a frequent visitor to my "salsa garden," and had put himself in a precarious situation. My thumb is not green. My only success is with tomatoes, onions, and peppers. But this season, much to my surprise, the lettuce, broccoli, and cauliflower flourished. Because of those 3 crops, my very small garden was visited nightly by local critters who seemed to think that a Western Sizzlin' Vegetarian Buffet had been provided for them. Realizing that if I wanted to harvest any fruits of my labor, I would have to construct a barrier for the pesky little animals. My fence consisted of ski poles and chicken wire. Neither of which I do or have...ski or chickens.
Mr. Bunny must have been more than just startled to see a 75-pound dog drooling and quietly, "on point," watching him from the other side of the chicken wire that day. I'm sure fear turned to panic as he watched Junior bound through a flimsily-built gate, not meant to keep out anything larger than a rabbit or chipmunk. No amount of screaming on my part seemed to distract Junior from the job at hand.
Because Junior took Tickle Me Elmo everywhere with him, it was necessary to dispose of the rabbit immediately. I wasn't too keen on the idea of Junior bringing his new "stuffed animal" into the house. Junior had gone out and captured his own, new breed of Tickle Me Elmo. Funny thing is, I never heard the rabbit say, "O-h-h-h, that tickles."
And now, "The Rest of the Story"...told in pictures.
Please, no letters from animal rights activists unless you address them to Junior.