I walk my dog three times a day: once around 11, once after his 1 o’clock meal, and once late at night (when I come home from work.)
There is a small section of woodland near my block, so I walk him there to pee, poop, and chase rabbits and squirells.
Tonight he caught one. 
While shasing a big fat one, he suddenly snapped his head down to the ground.
(squeeeeek.)
It was the sise of a hamster…a newborn baby rabbit.
:eek:
I had a dog some years ago who caught a squirrel. I looked out the back door and saw him tossing it around the yard, playing with the corpse like a rawhide chewy, but when I went out to take it away from him, it was gone. :eek:
A couple days later, and he’s again tossing something around the yard, but again, by the time I got outside, he’d ditched it somewhere. In the meantime, grey hairs are showing up in his poop, so I know he’s stashing the squirrel somewhere out there and snacking on it now and again.
I finally got it away from him about a week later. He’d stripped the skin off of it and turned it into a toy - buried it every time anyone showed up, dug it up and played with it whenever he was bored and alone.
And he ain’t no friend of mine.
As I was backing out of my driveway today I saw my Little Sistor cat heading for the cat window I left open just for the cats. Not cats with live birds. Sure enough when I got back home both Halfrack & little sistor are napping peacefully on my bed while “live terrorized bird” is on my kitchen window sill. I immediately put on oven mits on both hands, captured and subdued the bird while chastising the cats verbally.
The bird flew away fine. The cats looked at me like they couldn’t care less.
I had to put him out on the front porch in order to keep the dripping blood off the rugs.
When I tried to take the carcass away, the growled and snapped at me, as if saying:
“You’re my buddy, and I love you, but I will HURT you if you take away my prize.”
Our family dog once caught a rat in the backyard and snapped its neck. We had recently put out rat poison though, and didn’t want the dog to get sick, so we distracted her and threw the rat in the trash can out front when she wasn’t paying attention.
She was so distraught about the loss of her dead rat that she spent the next hour and a half searching the backyard trying to find it.
The late great springer spaniel Miss Emily Kimberlymanaged to catch her first rabbit without harming it (at least that we could tell). She proudly pranced around with it for a while, clearly having no idea what to do next, while the poor terrified rabbit just hung on for dear life. Finally she let it go and it took off into the woods.
IIRC, the next rabbit she caught was not so lucky.
And I remember her last “catch” a few months before she died – a baby squirrel that the cats had trapped in a small tree and got tired of tormenting. She had been watching with great interest, and when the cats backed off she went in there and did her thing – grabbed it and carried it around for a while as it squeaked madly, and then finished it off with a crunch. Then she let us take it away. Great fun!
My big goof of a pooch loves to bring the baby bunnies up towards the house. (Where, ironically, our pet rabbit lives) She squishes some of them, but otherwise I relocate them outside their fenced area.
She also got 2 moles and a rat. That I didn’t care too much about. But the bunnies do bother me.
PS: That Scream of Death, be it bunny or squirrel or rat just creeps me out big time :Shudder:
My mom was letting our dog (a tiny little Westie) out onto the porch and turned away for a second. When she turned back…
…puppy was playing with–tossing around, catching in her mouth–a bloody, mauled, very dead baby bird. :eek:
Goliath will be so jealous. He fancys himself to be a hunter, and to be honest he does have some good instincts when it comes to furry critters. However, his legs are so short that he will never catch anything. Thankfully, he enjoys the thrill of the chase.
My dog almost caught a bird that was either injured or still learning to fly. I was running with the dog and she picked up speed to pounce on the bird. The bird took off but flew very low and slow. My dog was definitely gaining on the bird before I stopped her.
I don’t know what she would have done if she caught it. But she regularly catches spiders without killing it, at least not immediately. She’d catch one with her mouth, then let go to let it crawl around.
My dear departed Natasha (Dobe) was a huntress supreme. I saw her snap a snake out of some long grass, dig up moles, and once she brought home a lively fish from the lake. That dog loved to swim, too. 
She only ever lost to skunks and had a one-time encounter with a porcupine. Quills all over the inside of her mouth. Yech!
One of my current pugs, Jade, does a pretty good job, too. She terrorizes the lizards in our yard who know her as the angel of death, and the squirrels have learned to stay high in the trees back there. She also knows if I say “toad,” she needs to leave it or risk a bad case of icky tasting foamy mouth.
I think I have told this story here before, but here it is again. I was at the park with my dog Bandit. He was on the leash. I was walking him around and all of a sudden he he stopped dead in his tracks and started digging. Before I knew what was going on he pulled a mole out of the hole in the ground, shook it, and broke its neck. :eek: He dropped it on the ground and acted like nothing happened. Weird.
We chase the rabbits out of the yard before we let the dogs out. It’s not fun to have a dog bring one into the house at 6 am. Or 11 pm. Or just about any other time.
My brother’s beagle, when she was but a lively pup, managed to catch and kill a couple squirrels in our backyard. I remember clearly that my sister and I cooperated to use the veeeeery end of a broomstick handle and a plastic bag to bag the little corpse. (we were both really grossed out, if you can’t tell)
Be aware that rodents are a required part of the life-cycle of a tape-worm.
Also, around here, most of the rabbets are infested with fleas, which move from thier now dead and zero blood pressure home to the nearest warm blooded host with a “vacant” sign on it.
On the dog growling at you when you tried to take the prize…This is alpha behavior, and needs to be addressed. Pooch needs to get the message that YOU are the alphas.