I have a confession to make. My dog is a serial killer. And absolutely no remorse out of him either. Yesterday, I checked first to make sure there were no critters about and let him out to pee before going on our car ride. He starts ambling towards his usual spot (bramble, bushes) and then takes off running. He tries to go straight through the bushes, but can't, so circles around and goes in. A little bit of rustling in the bushes, and then silence.

I don't like this one bit, so I say 'Khan man, where are you?' A bit more rustling in the bushes, and I finally decided to go down there to see what's going on. The eeevil serial killer is trying to navigate his way out of the bushes with something large, brown and furry in his mouth. The automatic 'EWWW!' escapes my mouth, and he drops the furry critter. Head goes down towards the critter, when I finally remember to say 'Leave It'. Comes trotting over to me, all proud and happy, spitting bits of fur from his mouth.

All so gross and too much like a nature documentary. No blood, so there is something I have to be thankful for. I really hope that it is the groundhog and not the beaver that he got. Unfortunately, that's the beaver's hang out not the ground hog's.
Suja
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That is a hard one, Suja. Kevin was like that. He murdered several baby skunks one spring, one right after the other. That prey drive is a tough thing to beat.
Deb
Shilo, Georgie & Hank
I have a confession to make. My dog is a serial killer. And absolutely no remorse out of him either. ... is the groundhog and not the beaver that he got. Unfortunately, that's the beaver's hang out not the ground hog's.

Heh. Got several serial killers here, but never had a beaver victim. Or a ground hog either.
Did you read Suzanne Clothier's Bones Would Rain From the Sky? There's a funny anecdote about one of her dogs catching something and dropping it each of the several times she told him to, then picking it up again when she said "let's go". She reminds us that "leave it" should often follow "drop it".
Mustang Sally
Last week I heard Beck and Taylor fighting. They never fight. Apparently, they had found a baby (half grown) Opossum. A new Toy. They were fighting over possession of the Toy. The Toy, right by the back porch, appeared, well, dead. Standing guard so they didn't grab it up again, I called DH to bring me a plastic bag with which to dispose of the Toy. He did and as I scooped it up, I noticed that the Toy was Still Breathing. Apparently, it's Oscar award winning performance (and the fact that the dogs wanted to argue about it) saved it's life.

Now not knowing what to do with it, I carried it through the house to my van, where there are always crates. As I put it in the van, was still torn 1) emergency vet or 2) freedom. As I set him down, he rolled over, stood up, shook and humpied (new word) himself to the back of the crate, apparently uninjured. Freedom it was. I drove him to a nearby nature area near a creek. Going to the back of the van, I found him hanging from the door, wondering what in the heck had happened to him.

Took the whole crate out, opened it and, after some time, convinced him that it was ok to come out. Realizing that he was free, he ran off. Very happy little Opossum, I think, not to be a midnight snack!
Robin
Heh. Got several serial killers here, but never had a beaver victim. Or a ground hog either.

What do they catch? You'd think that with a 60 ft. head start these things would be able to get away from a not-particularly-fast dog, but noo.
Did you read Suzanne Clothier's Bones Would Rain From the Sky?

Yup. Didn't really care for it, although I loved the whole opening story about licking the aunt.
There's a funny anecdote about one of her dogs catching something and dropping it each of the several times she told him to, then picking it up again when she said "let's go". She reminds us that "leave it" should often follow "drop it".

Yup. I think that's what happened here. I asked him where he was, which is his cue to check in, and he was figuring out how the heck to get out of the bramble without having his eyes poked out and still retain possession of whatever it was he killed. By now 'Ewww' (sometimes 'Ewww, Ewww, Ewww' - yes, I know not to repeat it) has become some sort of an unofficial 'Drop it'. He always lets go if I make a stink about it.
Suja
Heh. Got several serial killers here, but never had a beaver victim. Or a ground hog either.

What do they catch? You'd think that with a 60 ft. head start these things would be able to get away from a not-particularly-fast dog, but noo.

Mostly squirrels, and rabbits. It's mostly the Sibes that catch them, though the Greyhounds have caught one or two. The Siberians stalk them rather than chase them, which is why they catch more than the GHs. The Sibes get moles too. And, unfortunately, though my dogs are cat friendly to our indoor cats, a couple of stray cats have come inside the fence and met their demise.
Did you read Suzanne Clothier's Bones Would Rain From the Sky?

Yup. Didn't really care for it, although I loved the whole opening story about licking the aunt.

Just out of curiosity, why didn't you like it?
dropping it each of the several times she told him ... reminds us that "leave it" should often follow "drop it".

Yup. I think that's what happened here. I asked him where he was, which is his cue to check in, ... has become some sort of an unofficial 'Drop it'. He always lets go if I make a stink about it.

Cool! He drops it if you just say Eww! What a smart doggy!

Mustang Sally
I have a confession to make. My dog is a serial killer.

Kahn, meet harriet.
And absolutely no remorse out of him either.

that's only to be expected.
The eeevil serial killer is trying to navigate his way out of the bushes with something large, brown and furry in his mouth.

sounds like he thoroughly enjoyed his little killing spree.
The automatic 'EWWW!' escapes my mouth, and he drops the furry critter.

party pooper.
happy, spitting bits of fur from his mouth. All so gross and too much like a nature documentary.

who needs teevee when you have Wild Kingdom in your own back yard? wheee!

shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet http://home.bluemarble.net/~scouvrette
I have a confession to make. My dog is a serial killer.

BTW, have you read Dogs in Elk? i dunno how long it's been since it's been mentioned, but if you haven't read it, you'll definitely appreciate it.
http://www.jerrypournelle.com/reports/jerryp/dogsinelk.html

shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet http://home.bluemarble.net/~scouvrette
BTW, have you read Dogs in Elk? i dunno how long it's been since it's been mentioned, but if you haven't read it, you'll definitely appreciate it.

Not only have I read it, I've also shared it with any number of people I know. Lots of them refuse to believe that it is a real life story and not fiction. Can't say I blame them.
Suja
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