It's been awhile since I've shared a Buddy-Long-Nose story...
Beware, this one is not for the faint of heart, but it's #farmlife.
If you've been following me for awhile, you know Buddy is our runaway collie. We rescued him from the NE Iowa Humane Society, where he kept finding himself after he constantly ran away from his previous owners. I was POSITIVE that I'd give him so much love and attention that he would never run away again. Pfffft!
Life lesson learned: Don't judge or assume an animal runs away because it doesn't get enough attention.
He stayed home for a solid week before he grew comfortable enough to start his Saint Olaf explorations. Zach and I even purchased a GPS tracker for his collar to help us keep up with our little adventure seeker. The tracker worked for awhile, but over time he's turned into an inside dog... with the occasional excursion through the timber (timber= how Iowa folks refer to "woods").
Anyway, If you saw him lying around snoozing in the sunshine you'd never guess he had the energy to take off and run marathons like he does. He's definitely an explorer at heart. He especially loves to chase the deer out of our yard, sends squirrels straight for the tree tops, and goes crazy when large birds fly overhead. You would think that our yard would be animal free after almost three years with Buddy-Long-Nose, and I definitely would never expect to find a wild animal in Buddy's doghouse or kennel.
Now comes the gross grownup part....
Last week we were outside enjoying the last of the snow before it melted, and what did we come across? A HUGE rabbit that had gotten caught in Buddy's kennel! Unfortunately the rabbit had gotten stuck in the cage and froze solid. The kennel door was open, but the rabbit had tried to escape from the back of the kennel by squeezing through the tiny fencing. It made it part of the way but apparently couldn't get all the way through.
After mourning the sweet bunny, my brain quickly turned to "bunny removal mode." I seriously didn't think I could do it myself. I don't think Buddy had anything to do with the bunny getting stuck in the kennel, but I was disgusted at the thought of him trying to get it out (by eating it) if I didn't get rid of it first. I tried to talk the husband into handling the situation, but he didn't want to have anything to do with it. He suggested calling one of our friends who hunts and would have more experience in dealing with a deceased creature. I thought about it but couldn't ask someone else to do this sad/gross task for us, and I was NOT going to leave it for Buddy.
So after consulting with our hunter/gatherer friend, Aaron, I waited until it was below freezing (less blood), put on rubber gloves (even though I didn't plan on touching it with my hands), and managed to free the rabbit from the kennel fencing and dispose of it (ax + shovel) ALL BY MYSELF. I did have to shut my eyes, hold my breath, and get it done as quickly as possible.
Life lesson number two: There are things you hope you never have to do, but sometimes you just have to suck it up and handle it.
On the bright side, for future gross grownup situations that need handling, I'll just remind Z that I handled the rabbit.
Who takes care of the gross stuff at your house?
Would you have called your neighbor?
Sorry, Naomi.. I should have called you!