Yesterday while the woman was serving us breakfast, the dog was very busy with something on the lawn. As the woman made her way toward the house we heard her say "What the...oh no! Drop it, drop it, ewwwww!" The dog looked guilty and tried to hide the fact she had bloody fur sticking to the corners of her mouth. Whenever the dog is guilty, she actually smiles in a feeble attempt to ingratiate herself - the effect this time was positively macabre.
It was indeed my nervous friend - I think. Mind you he has a large extended family who all look the same, so maybe he will return. Something had murdered him during the night and the crows had dropped his remains on the lawn. By the time the dog found him, he was a shadow of his former self. As soon as the woman and dog went in the house, the crows retreived their prize and took it up in a tree to discuss ownership. An avian brawl broke out, with crows screaming and shoving and bits of rabbit falling to the ground. TJ of course had to rush over and paw and snort at the fallout, exclaiming "This here rabbut is ded." He has a genius for stating the obvious.
Doc and TJ spend hours wrestling or "rasslin" as they call it. TJ has his halter on for now so he can be caught more easily and Doc uses it to pick him up and shake him like a towel. Unfortunately TJ is easily overstimulated and becomes crazed with excitement. When Doc finally releases him, he disappears with a muffled thud under the snow but emerges, troll-like, and attacks Doc's lower legs with great glee. I try to stay hidden, but if he discovers me, he hurls himself upon me, trying out various illegal and painful wrestling holds (none of which have ever been seen in true sporting competition).
TJ's stall at the end of the aisle has two boards which form the fourth wall and he delighted in flipping them up and escaping. The humans then devised a clever system that locks them into place. Those worked for two nights and then he figured out how to pry them off. Then they devised a third system to lock the second system and he figured a way around that. They're planning another attempt to confine him and will install it on the weekend. For now he spends the night in the aisle, strutting around and saying "Hahaha, old stoopid donkey's in jail, mules rool, hahaha!" I'd throttle him, if I could just get out of my room.