I now understand parents who say they love their kids but sometimes want to kill them.
Callum, the only son I’ll ever have, turned a corner today. He made his first kill. I, in turn, want to smack him. But, I didn’t. Husband reminded me he is, after all, a terrier and was bred to shake things to their death.
But, I distinctly recall having a little chat with Callum at two months old. The bunnies are off limits on this property. I love them. They are our friends. But, did he listen?
This morning, I went to the kitchen door to let him back in after his morning pee break only to see my cute little adorable, baby face Westie vigorously shaking something little and fluffy — in the pouring rain. I tried to get there in time, but I failed.
A little baby bunny met its death at 9:42 a.m. this morning.
I made Husband go out and get the little corpse before Callum was allowed outside again. He complained heavily that his “toy” was taken away. But, it didn’t stop him from preening around the house, proud of his Big Kill. He may not be able to catch the deer who taunt him day and night. But, today he is feeling like a Big Hunter. I swear he’s still prancing like he just won the lottery — even if we did take the sad little guy away from him to his final resting place (the compost spinner).
My son, Callum- the Bunny Killer. I hope this isn’t going to be a trend. My heart can’t take it.