I’m thinking about bunnies. Cute little bunny rabbits. My neighborhood is filled with them!
Mornings when I’m leaving for work there are often one or two in the yard to greet me.
They just sit there looking so peacful and serene. I try to be quiet so as not to scare them off, but when I open the car door they usually move along.
Our dog, a Malamute/Huskey mix named Annie loves rabbits. Well, love isn’t really the word I should use to describe Annie’s feeling for rabbits. When she sees one she stands stock still, mesmerized. She’d love to get her jaws around a little rabbit’s neck. Annie lives outside in a fenced-in area. She’s not able to get to the rabbits; unfortunately (for them) they can get to her. Our shed is in Annie’s area and recently some rabbits moved in under it. I think a momma rabbit used the space under the shed as a delivery room and nursery. Annie couldn’t get to them and it drove her crazy. She would constantly look under the shed and whine. I imagined that she was asking them to come out and play, promising that she wouldn’t hurt them. They weren’t buying it.
The rabbits have safely moved out, which is a good thing for the rabbits and for Annie. It must have been torture for her to have them so close and yet so unreachable.
There are times when I step outside and expect to see a couple of rabbits and don’t. I tell myself that they must all be at a meeting of their neighborhood association or maybe it’s movie night and they’re gathred around the television wathcing Hop. I picture them sitting together munching on popcorn and carrots and communicating telepathically. I think a rabbit’s life must be a pleasant one