That is what our boxer, Hendrix, would do with kittens. He LOVED them, and would lick a little, then lick a little more (and you all know how huge a boxer's tongue is!) and then lick a little "deeper" and before we knew it, those little flea bites would start and we would have to separate him. He never did kill one, but I think it was only a matter of time. I would come home from work in the wintertime, I got off at 1:30 and there he would be on the front porch with three or four cats sounds asleep on him. Gosh, I miss that dog.
Hilarious ad, by the way!!!