an easter tale

there goes peter cotton tail, hopping down the bunny trail! la de da.

ahem.

well unfortunately this Easter, there was one less bunny rabbit hopping around.

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it was a cold, dark April morning around 5:30am, when Mac & Trin woke up and started nudging me to let them outside.  it was as if they knew.

i drug my feet out of bed and staggered downstairs to open the back door, not thinking of the poor bunnies happily grazing in our yard before the sun came out.

as soon as i opened the screen door, Mac & Trin raced out at light speed. i laughed as I thought to myself, “wow they must have really had to pee.”

i was wrong.

my sweet pups instantly turned into hunting dogs and were chasing the frantic bunny rabbit around the yard until it finally gave up with no way out. then Mac instinctively took the first bite and i heard the rabbit squeal. it was the worst sound i had ever heard. maybe. i don’t know, but it was bad.

it all happened so fast, and i felt so helpless as i could do nothing to save the poor little bunny.

i ran upstairs crying and whining. eric woke up thinking i had been shot.

“no, i’m fine”  i said,  “but the dogs murdered an easter bunny!”

the look he gave me was priceless.

however,  instead of being angry that i woke him up at 5:30am, he came to my rescue. eric quickly got dressed, went outside and somehow got the dogs to stop playing “tug-of-war” with the dead bunny carcass. he brought the dogs inside, scolded them, washed them off, and even disposed of the dead bunny.  he’s my hero!

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happy easter!

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