apologies

... all round, I've been falling behind a bit with this - but then as nobody reads it it doesn't really matter, does it?!

Murphy excelled himself on Tuesday, and I was too squeamish and soft to deal with it - you've guessed it, he got a rabbit.

He was running ahead of me on our morning run along the railway line and I suddenly realised he had something in his mouth - oh no! Dropped it, picked it up again - by this time I could see what it was - a poor little rabbit who hadn't managed to get out the way in time (must have been deaf, Murphy never gets them normally). I don't think he really knew what to do with it, when I yelled at him he let it go and I dragged him away ... thinking it would get up and run off. But it didn't. It tried, but couldn't move its legs - I guess he'd broken its back.

If I was better than i am I would have wrung its neck and killed it quickly. but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, and just took him away and left it there, I was hoping it might be able to crawl away by itself.

It wasn't there this morning but who knows what happened to it... no thanks to me!