I had a pointing dog that would work rabbits and pin them like they were pheasants or quail. No kidding, he would dance with them a bit and then go on point when they stopped running. Then I would walk up and see the poor helpless creatures shaking with fear afraid to move.
At which point I'd blow their heads off with my shotgun, skin them, quarter them, and eat them for dinner.
Boy....I miss that dog.