So, yesterday, dh and I are out in the yard the whole fur family, and suddenly, Bernie dives into the ferns and comes out with an adult chipmunk!
I freaked, dh yelled at him to drop it, which he did after two victory laps, then he came up into the house with me (I had high-tailed it to the goodie jar hoping to distract him).
Anyway...it was already too late for the chipmunk...
I had a neighbors dog get a bunny once (it lived) and cats are always killing things around here, but I never thought my sweet little loving Bernie would...
I KNOW it's his nature, and I guess he's a good hunter, but I felt bad for the chipmunk, and well, YUCH