Yesterday we were grilling on the front porch, so we had the door open to the house. My brainiac hunting dog got a rabbit and decided it needed to go in my room. He was standing and looking under my bed like "Hey my toy is under there." There was nothing under the bed but it was behind a box along the wall. Hubby got it out. I keep telling him no more wildlife in the house. At least it was only a rabbit and not a black and white kitty! The dog with the short tail and orange collar is the guilty party! The other two are his sons! The blue collar we still have!