Today Smoky caught a smaller critter and dove into our asparagus patch with it. We heard terrible screams as he tortured it. Mr. P. said, "Good boy! Kill the squirrels!"
I couldn't listen to it, went inside and forgot about it, trying to deal with everything else (puppies and so on).
Later, Mr. P. reported that the critter was a baby bunny. He snatched the bunny away before Smoky could kill it. God only knows how that baby will survive that trauma. But why is it OK to torture and kill a squirrel, but not a bunny?
I just know that Mr. P. hates squirrels, and has done in all our 22 years of marriage.
I don't hate them, except when they run across the road, freeze, and fake me out so that I steer my car into a ditch or oncoming traffic.