We had a basset hound when I was a kid. We lived in Maine on a dirt road, and one day a rabbit ran up the road.

My father rushed into the house, brought Kelly out and pushed his nose to the scent. The fucking dog took off like a bat out of hell, barking and big ears flapping - in the direction the rabbit had come from - not where the rabbit was heading.

It took a couple days to find the retard.

Sorry for the distraction.