So, there was an incident at our house on Friday night.
By incident, I mean death.
By death, I mean murder.
Yep, our sweet little princess found a bunny. Not just a bunny, a baby bunny.
Now, to be perfectly honest, I was not at home during the incident, so the story is all hearsay. I arrived at home just as the body was being disposed of.
Although, there were a few witnesses, including our 11 year old neighbor who noticed that Kya had what was first thought to be a bird.
Ken, knowing that his sweet husky would never catch a bird, laughed and said there is no way she has a bird.
He was correct, the thing Kya was shaking around and tossing in the air was not a bird, but a baby bunny.
In Kya's defense, there was no blood or intentional harm done to the baby bunny.
It seems as though she thought she had a new toy.
Clearly, the Easter Bunny hopped right past our house out of fear for his life.
RIP Baby Robinson