He wasn't talking about Olive

When Elvis crooned the words, "You ain't never caught a rabbit," he was referring to a hound dog other than my Olive. Olive caught her first rabbit of the season this morning at about 3:30 am. Poor rabbit. I just can't figure out why rabbits and other fauna haven't sent out a memo to avoid my yard. Maybe this rabbit was hanging out under my canoe for shelter.

This isn't the first catch for Olive by a long stretch. She's caught lots of rabbits, a few possum (which were actually playing dead well enough to survive her), and numerous birds. When she was still a puppy, she caught a few slugs, too. Not too pleasant, I assure you.

Olive just wants to play with these creatures, and the rabbits probably expire from shock or cardiac arrest from the attempt to get away from her. Still, it's upsetting to me that she terrorizes these little animals at all and I really don't like removing dead animals from my yard periodically. This little habit of Olive's just seems to be a behavior I cannot change in her.

Almost daily, Olive attempts to pick Lys up by the head. Lys just stands there as the two of them act out their own version of someone's head in the mouth of a lion. The worst it has ever gotten results in a little cry from Lys and a lot of slobber on her head. These two girls sleep on the bed with me every night! Olive just can't resist a challenge. Nature versus nurture? She must get that trait from me.