John arrives home from work to be greeted excitedly by his faithful Labrador retriever, Shep. Shep's long, black tail wags furiously as he proudly displays his latest trophy to his master: the neighbor's pet rabbit dangles limply from his mouth. "Oh, no, Shep!", moans John. Certain his neighbors will never speak to him again, John bathes the hapless victim, blow-dries its fur and returns it to its cage in the neighbor's yard. "Maybe they'll think it died of natural causes," he tells himself. A few days later, his neighbor calls over their common fence, "Morning, John. Did you hear that Fluffy died?" "Um..no..um.. what happened?", asks John, feigning disbelief. "We're not sure....our vet thinks possibly a heart attack or a stroke. We just found him dead in his cage one day. The weird thing, John, is that the day after we buried him, we went outside and someone had dug him up, given him a bath and put him back in his cage. There are some real sick people out there!"