January 24, 2006
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I think there is a dead bunny in the livingroom. I hope it is not alive, but cannot bring myself to check. I think it has gray fur and open, black eyes, but I can’t peek.
Kate and I are home alone. I had asked her to let in the dog, at which time I hear sustained screams of fright.
“What?!” I yell, as I try to get out of my chair with my bum knee. More piercing screams.
Fearing an intruder, I open the front door, so we can both escape. Kate flies out of the kitchen toward me, and I go to grab her to show her the door when from behind her sprints a muddy Maisie, large grayish animal in mouth.
“It’s a rabbit!” Kate now shrieks.
I shriek.
Unsettled by the cacophony and the open front door, Maisie drops the rabbit in the livingroom so she can come “help” us. I momentarily come to my senses, slam shut the pocket door to the livingroom, and call Maisie to her crate.
Kate and I clean up the mud with shaking hands. The 15 seconds when I was imagining greater danger fried my nerves.
As I type, my husband has returned home. Warned by cell phone, he dons latex gloves. The bunny revealed is indeed fluffy gray and dead, very cute. (Not the man-eating Monty Python bunny that I was envisioning.) The bunny is going into a box and outside. How am I supposed to get my papers done now? Oh, my-my, my, my…
Comments (11)
It is 7:16 in the morning and you have just started Sylvia’s and my day with a very good laugh. That wascal wabbit!
Wow! That was quite an adventure and gave me quite a chuckle this morning, although I’m sure you weren’t laughing about it last night. I’m glad I’m not the only one who prefers to “contain” dead animalsand let others deal with the remains. When I found a dead mouse in a trap in our apartment in college my solution was to put a cardboard box over it with a note detailing the contents and wait for my roommates to get home. Not touching the beady-eyed little thing. No way.
Ah yes, the joys of having carnivorous pets! But what is it about them bringing their catches to us?!?!?!?!? Our doberman took care of all the baby groundhogs one year. The dog we have now. . . lets see, their was a big groundhog she killed (only kids and Grammy at home, Larry and I were in Gettysburg!) Then there were all the baby bunnies she found one year. What is it with bunny moms making their nest at the base of a tree stump that all the dogs ‘mark’? I think the last encounter was with a racoon. Fortunately none of the dogs have brought their prizes into the house, they just leave them on the back porch for us. Kind of them wasn’t it?
Hehe..definitely gave me a laugh this morning too when I am feeling overwhelmed by all there is to do after vacation and still on crutches!!!
LOL! Maisie thought she was doing a good thing, sharing her catch with the family. Bet she won’t do that again.
And people ask why we don’t have PETS!
Very funny, Lynne.
GO STEELERS!!
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Everyone should know that, thanks to Katie’s deep affection for all God’s creatures, we took a digital picture of the rabbit lying in state (it was rather beautiful), and then gave it a proper Christian burial. Sure, my inclination was to just throw it over the hill, but at our house even a trapped mouse usually gets another chance at freedom. If Katie doesn’t become a veterinarian, a lot of animals will be the worse for it.
Memories of Willie….able to swallow baby rabbits in a single gulp….never let him lick me again!!!!
Yeah, our dog Molly’s pretty gross and mean about catching poor innocent cute little animals! Trish and I always bury them then. It gives us a kind of strange pleasure. I think we’re just weird…
Well, dogs will be dogs! I never thot I hear about a “bunny” in the P. Gordon household!
You’re giving me new reasons to get myself a guinea pig next month. Just remind me never to invite Maisy over for a party or anything. *cough*