I remember one time my dog killed a rabbit and my daddy was putting the babies out of their misery with a shovel. One survived the shovel, so my little sister and I begged to keep him. He lived for a couple of days. When his eyes opened he died. My parents like to joke that seeing my sister and I staring at him scared him to death.

I have always had pets that like to kill things. My dogs had a thing for porcupines... I recall once while camping, I was woken up out of a dead sleep to help hold our 130lb German Shepard down while my daddy tried to pull out the worst of the quills.