Small Deaths #9 : Behold a Fresh Victim

(An ongoing pictorial series chronicling the poor, small, stuffed animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

Oops. Called that one a bit quick.

Small Deaths #8 : Behold a Survivor!

(An ongoing pictorial series chronicling the poor, small, stuffed animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

A quickly snapped shot of a live green mouse.

As evidenced by its missing ear and maimed forehead, this mouse has had a run in or two with our dog, but has thus far lived to tell the tale.

Small Deaths #7: Scavenger Caught!

(An ongoing pictorial series chronicling the poor, small, stuffed animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

Often times scavengers take advantage of a recent kill for a quick meal.

(Which is only fitting, in this case, as it was Avie's toy to begin with.)

Note its irritation at being captured on film.

The scavenger hides, blending seamlessly into its surroundings, awaiting the moment when it can return to the carcass.

Small Deaths #6 : Punk Cow 4.0 Even Deader Still

(An ongoing pictorial series chronicling the poor, small, stuffed animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

We only thought Punk Cow 4.0 was dead before.

Small Deaths #5: Marquis de Sadie Strikes Again

(An ongoing pictorial chronicling the small animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

The poor miniature doggie had its nose and tail chewed off, bled out some stuffing and then was then impaled on a spiked medieval torture wheel.

We can only surmise that the intended message to us is that Sadie does not want any competition.

Small Deaths #4: Punk Cow 4.0

(An ongoing pictorial chronicling the small animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

The corpse of Punk Cow V 4.0, a Christmas gift in 2008.

It lasted barely a week, poor thing.

Small Deaths #3: Something Fishy This Way Came

(An ongoing pictorial chronicling the small animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

The outer skin of formerly stuffed fish that also once contained a motion-activated plastic ball that, when smacked upon the ground, would vibrate violently and broadcast an unnecessarily loud and lengthy set of chaotic noises accompanied by a sped-up, tinny version of the song "What I Like About You" by the Romantics.

It is seen here partially buried in a shallow grave.

The dog loved it dearly. We do not miss it.

At left, a photo of the murderer of the formerly stuffed fish, returned to further molest the corpse before ultimately burying it.

Small Deaths #2: Mr. Bee-Natural

(An ongoing pictorial chronicling the small animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

The sad, wingless corpse of a formerly stuffed bumble-bee, no doubt genetically mutated to gargantuan size using reptilian growth hormones.

Cornhole scraper included for scale.

Small Deaths #1: Punk Cow 3.0

(An ongoing pictorial chronicling the small animals my dog Sadie has murdered during the course of her life. Not for the faint of heart.)

At left, the corpse of Punk Cow 3.0.

As its name suggests, there were two previous Punk Cows, both beloved by Sadie though ultimately killed by her. The first was killed by neglect, after Sadie left him outside and we neglected to bring him back in. Eventually, rain-soaked and moldy, he departed this mortal coil for a garbage heap coil.

His replacement, Punk Cow 2.0, was wily and able to survive for several months despite frequent maulings. Exactly one day after we noted aloud how remarkable it was that Punk Cow had survived while far tougher toys had not, Sadie bit open his nose, disemboweled him of both his stuffing and his squeaker and left him for dead.

Pictured above is his far shorter-lived third replacement, who lasted barely a week.