Look at this face. Look as this cute, sweet face.
Did you ever think this could be the face of a killer? Did you ever think that this well-groomed, proper Gent ...
could be a murderer?
Baxter killed a baby bunny. Baby. Bunny. Right in our backyard. The poor thing got trapped in some bushes and could not find the way out, even though there was an easy way out through the fence slats and I kept waving at Baxter and chasing him and trying to distract him long enough for Baby Bunny to make his escape.
Afterward, Baxter was so proud and excited. Until he realized, at least for the moment, that nobody liked him anymore.
He knew something was wrong. He couldn't even look at me.
Perhaps now would be a good time to also mention that a few months ago he attacked a squirrel and mortally wounded it, all in a few seconds and WHILE HE WAS ON THE LEASH with me. He showed no remorse then either.
A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. Baxter says ...
"Don't hate me because of my gene pool!"