Of all the back yard joints in all of Omaha, Mrs. Rabbit has
chosen MY back yard in which to birth her sweet babies. Now, normally I would be delighted, tickled
pink, ecstatic, overjoyed! I love ALL
animals and would kiss a possum if given the chance. But I have dogs, and not just any dogs. I
have three purebred Dachshunds (Butchie, Riley, and Ziggy) and one wild and
crazy lunatic Chiweenie (Mozzie)!
Dachshunds are bred to hunt. Mine
feel it is their civic duty to keep ALL critters out of their yard and they are
very successful at the job, especially Mozzie.
Right after Ziggy came to our family, he killed a birdie in
our back yard. This was in Henderson (Las
Vegas). Even though we fostered and had
lots of Dachshunds in our home at that time, no other critters were
killed. Then we moved to Omaha,
Nebraska, and my dogs thought they hit the lottery!
The first house we lived in, the yard was HUGE and there were
many critters to tame. Mozzie and
Butchie killed a bird right away. There
were a few bunnies (a couple were babies that I held in my hand and whispered
I’m sorry’s to as they took their last breath).
There was a snake (I wasn’t too sad about that)! The dogs did themselves
proud while Mike and I looked on in horror and shed tears!
We moved to a small house and smaller yard last August, but
there were still as many critters, maybe even more, for the dogs to torment. Ziggy and Mozzie promptly injured a
rabbit. It got away, but I have no idea
if it survived. There was a lot of
blood. Fortunately, most of the
critters, by end of last summer, were big enough to run fast and get away. But now we have babies.
I discovered the hole stuffed with rabbit fur an area of
garden that I have fenced off. These
fences mean NOTHING to Mozzie, as he enjoys jumping right over them. They are also easy for small critters to get
through, so when the babies become mobile, there will be no keeping them from
my murderers…I mean my darling Dachshunds.
Anyway, when I saw the fur I was scared that one of my dogs
got a rabbit! I got a stick and dug very
carefully a little way. The sweetest,
tiniest, most beautiful face looked up at me.
I quickly covered it back up and, so far, the dogs are blissfully
ignorant of the babies’ existence. For
today. There will be NO hiding these
sweeties for very long!
Poor Mike. He sat there
saying over and over, “What are we going to do?” I said, “We will have to keep an extra good
eye on the dogs.” He said, “No, what are we going to do?” He knows, as well as I do, that these sweet
innocent babies are most likely doomed. I
will build up the area as well as I can with trash cans and other large items
to keep Mozzie out. The other dogs are
too old and/or fat to jump over. But
eventually the bunnies will leave the nest and my dogs will feel the thrill of
the hunt, once again. And we will cry.
