Life with Standard Schnauzers

Our daughter had been diagnosed with severe allergies to dogs and cats, and earlier that year we had given away our yellow lab and cat of several years. My mother had obtained a miniature schnauzer, and we were suprised that our daughter played all day with that dog with no reaction; she even slept with it at night in her bed with no problems.
That summer we attended a local dog show, and walked the aisles holding a list of hypoallergenic breeds. This is where we saw our first Standard Schnauzer (which happened to be a future grand champion). The breeders let us pet the dogs, and we were hooked. Late that fall we obtained Shania, the female, and a year later our male Romeo was added to our family.

Standard Schnauzers were bred for killing vermin and other farm pests +500 years ago. It's in their DNA and they are very good at it. We have been having problems with rabbits eating our "recession garden" this year. The two dogs chase the rabbits whenever they see them, but never quite catch them. One evening this week my wife put the dogs out for evening exercise. I went to take a shower. When I return to the living room, I see what appears to be a furry dog toy in the corner of the living room sofa. Our dogs don't have a toy like that, and haven't played with any furry toys for quite some time. Upon closer examination, I realize that it is a freshly-killed baby bunny. My wife notices what I am doing, and become very suspicious. I grab a paper towel and remove it from the sofa (no blood flowing, thankfully). She freaks out upon realizing what has happened, and orders both dogs outside immediately.
I disposed of the rabbit, and let the dogs back in. The female walks in, and places a second dead baby bunny on the living room floor, obviously looking to receive a reward for a job well done. My wife goes thru the roof. I quickly dispose of the second victim, and try to calm her down, explaining this is how they are programmed. She insists that both dogs need to be washed and the female's teeth need to be brushed (fortunately, she does that, and not I). The next day we found a third dead bunny that was trying to crawl under the fence when killed. No bunny sightings since.