Shhh! I'm hunting wabbits!

I wish there was a good way to create a bunny-chasing experience for Bruster without the bad parts. Y'know, like a terrified bunny, a potentially dead bunny, potentially never seeing Bruster again.

We run across bunnies in the apartment complex a few nights a week. Bruce always smells them before he sees them. In fact, until they move he doesn't spot them at all. But when they do take off, it's INSANITY. The people in the apartments nearby probably wonder what hellish creature stalks outside their homes at night. He makes a horrible noise and he's straining against the leash, which makes it sound worse. Fortunately, the bunnies are never far from the fence, so they're out of sight quickly, but not out of Bruster's mind. He SO wants to chase the bunnies.

The closest we've come to an enjoyable chase is the laser pointer. He chases it from the door, down the hallway into the bedroom and back. There is, however, an unfortunate side effect of sudden and apparently uncontrollable pooping. It's ridiculous. He'll be going and going and suddenly screech to a halt, squat and poop.

ZOOM!
ZOOM!
ZOOM!
ZOOM!
SCREEEEEEECH!
*poop*

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