When I was about 11, I had a pet bunny and a new puppy.
A fluffy white bunny and a chocolate lab.
I loved them both.
One day, my bunny died.
I was devastated.
I dug a hole in the garden and buried my bunny there.
|RIP fluffy bunny|
I even held a ceremony for her.
The next day, I still felt horrible about her death.
I was so sad.
As I was crying, my puppy came up to me with something in his mouth.
He had the dirty dead bunny in his mouth.
I couldn't react.
I wanted to scream, but I had to keep calm to get the bunny from him.
Puppies, they're not assholes. They're just retarded.