Here's a picture of a painting Emily gave me. It's a picture of Heathy. He was my chocolate lab when I was growing up. He's thinking of a rabbit because I told Emily about him and how he played with rabbits. Heathy would sometimes catch a rabbit in his mouth and carefully move it back to the middle of the yard. Then he'd let it run and he'd case it, catch it, and bring it back. He continued this game until it got away or the until the rabbit died of exhaustion.