Killer dogs strike again

OMG I am sooo sad... was sitting in the field with the dogs this evening, everyone minding their own business, when they trotted off to an area they rarely go to, near a building's parking lot. I then hear a fair bit of screeching, like a bird in distress or attack mode, but don't think much about it since it's a fairly common sound there.

Well.

The kids come back and Maika is proudly holding a disembowled baby hare by a back leg, its soaking wet body still warm, all limp and with its guts just hanging out of a ripped abdominal wall... I felt sick to my stomach. The poor creature must have suffered or fought for his life, he was just a baby for crissake. I know "it's what dogs do, they hunt and kill" but that doesn't make it any easier... specially for a city girl with a soft heart, I HATE killings and death and all that.

RIP little bunny... may heaven be your safe green place now.