No new pets!

Last night I let Coney out before bed. Normally he does his business and is right back to the door wanting in, but not last night. After longer than normal, I go to the door and call him and he comes running. He comes in and I really didn't pay any attention to him, as I was getting him a treat. I turn around and he's at his spot between the kitchen and the living room/hall and I notice he has something in his mouth.
Me: "Coney!"
Coney just looks at me like "what?" he moves away from it and I gradually move toward the thing, not wanting to get too close cause I'm a big chicken. and I notice it's a baby bunny!
Me: "Co-ney! You killed a baby bunny!?"
So I grab some oven mitts, a broom and a dust pan - as I'm getting myself together he tries to grab it so I had to yell at him again! Finally I get the nerve to scoop up that poor baby bunny on the dust pan and walk it outside (at arm's length) for a proper burial (the trash).
Dang that dog, if he didn't wake me up twice in the middle of the night wanting to sniff around outside for more!