One tough rabbit

I was out in the yard watching Jack tracking the bunnies that play in our yard. They are rather tame, having learned that the dogs can't get through the dog run fence.  So far they pretty much ignore Jack, who I keep on the leash, unless we get too close. They are so cute and they made me think about the rabbit I had as a pet growing up. His name was Nosey, a big white rabbit. My mom got him for me one year in the hope (vain) that I would stop asking for a dog. My dad built a nice big hutch for him and Nosey got really tame after a while. I had a harness for him and I would tale him out for walks. (Like he was a dog!) We walked around the yard and the street in front of our house. Not only did I enjoy the walks so did Nosey. Somehow he figured out how to unlatch the door to his hutch and rather often I would find him impatiently stamping the porch outside the kitchen door in the morning waiting for his walk.
One morning I looked out the window and saw Nosey had again gotten out and since it was rather early, he was taking the time to munch on the little clover flowers that grew in the yard. I wasn't worried. He never left the yard on his own, so I decided to get my breakfast before our walk. I sat down at the table with my cereal to eat and looked out at him. I saw a movement at the far end of the yard and a beagle came through the tall plants there, clearly tracking. As I started to get up the dog saw my rabbit and he began to bay and run at Nosey. I dropped my spoon and ran for the door. It was locked and as I fumbled with the lock I heard the sounds of a fight. Frantic to save my rabbit, I couldn't get the door open. The noise outside escalated. Finally I managed the lock and threw open the door. I rushed into the yard expecting to see my bunny torn to shreds by the dog but what I saw was the dog being torn to shreds by my bunny! Nosey had his teeth firmly embedded in the beagle's ear and was using his back feet to kick and tear at the poor dog. The dog was already covered in long bleeding scratches and desperately trying to get away. The dog was frantic and snapping at Nosey fruitlessly and Nosey was intent on disemboweling the dog! Suddenly Nosey let go and the poor dog ran off as fast as he could, crying piteously. As I stared dumbfounded Nosey sat up on his back legs and began to groom himself, calmly wiping dog blood off his nose. He then went to the back porch climbed the stairs and sat down. As I followed him to the house, he turned and looked at me and stamped his foot impatiently. Walk Time! That was one tough bunny!