Wednesday: Saving a bunny.

So apparently, the little wild creatures around my house are just begging for my animals to try to kill them. I got home today and let the dogs outside, and then I started playing ball with Jack. About 10 minutes later, Marley comes running up to me with something in her mouth that is not a toy. I thought it was a mouse at first, and was grossed out and told her to drop it (she was running full speed at me to show what she'd caught). Only when it was lying on the deck did I realize, it's a bunny. A tiny, cute little fluffy BUNNY. It was still alive, and scared out of its mind. I scolded Marley for hurting a bunny, then put all the dogs (aside from Jack who didn't even realize there was a dying bunny on the deck - ball) inside; Oliver especially wanted to eat the poor bunny. I then proceeded to take the bunny with a paper towel and put him in a shoebox (the same one the snake, Simon, was put in), with clovers, carrots and a bowl of water. Of course the entire time I was doing this, I was on the phone with Ball, who didn't seem to care very much until I sent him the photo which showed the baby bunny in the box and he saw how cute and innocent it looked; then he felt sorry for it. Now he's sitting in the box next to me inside where it's warm, and I'm not sure how he's doing - I want to let him calm down and try not to be so scared before I really looked at his injuries. He's not bleeding bad enough that I can tell, however there is blood on the paper towel from where I picked him up. I think I'll name this bunny Vincent. Because... That's what I think of when I look at him.

Vincent.
I'll post photos of him in a bit.