I made her drop George, and when we came back an hour later and found that George was still alive and moving around (not bleeding or anything), markgritter got out yard gloves and some plastic and moved him to the other side of the fence. Ista was dosed with Listerine.
We repeated this procedure for George II. And, in the same trip outside, for George III. (We pause to imagine the dog flinging Hanoverian monarchs around the backyard with glee and abandon.) At that point she was doing a happy joyful dance around the bunny nest: look! There are more tiny squeaky toys, all for Ista! So markgritter moved Georges IV - VI to the other side of the fence as well.
Sigh. The joys of pet ownership. We suspect that George I will be a prophet among his own people due to being the first to survive the Wrath of Dog and be bodily transported to the promised land. Either that or the racoon will kill and eat him. We're not sure.