My dog once came galloping out of the trees shaking a woodchuck in his shepard jaws, I yelled at him and he dropped it- but ol' woody was now suffering when I should have just let Shadow finish the job, quick snap of the neck...I thought I should put it out of its misery, but I was too much of a girl so I ended up making my little brother bash its head with a rock.

Thanks for bringing back such a traumatic memory Mr. Himself!