We have a problem.
Dad and I were working in the backyard this weekend. We’re starting to get a new garden area ready because…well, because we’re insane. That might sound like it’s the problem, but it’s not.
The Puppy was outside with us, wandering around and sniffing and generally being his lazy puppy self.
All of a sudden, he (the Puppy) perked up and started pawing at the ground near the corner of the house. Dad looked up and smiled. “He found a mole or a vole or something.”
I glanced over and saw one nose poking around and one tail waiving frantically at the other end of the Puppy. “Should we stop him?” asked Dad.
“Why? He looks so happy.”a
“I just don’t want him to get his nose bitten.”
“I don’t think he’ll get his nose bitten.”
“What has he got?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It’s a RABBIT!!”
“It’s a baby bunny!!!!”
“Puppy, stop that!”
Daddy grabbed the leash and pulled the Puppy away from the baby bunny. The Puppy was not amused – we took away his friend and he didn’t like that at all.
The bunny hugged the wall of the house and tried to act invisible.
Dad took the Puppy inside where he barked and howled and explained his problems at the very top of his voice. We ignored him. He reached new octaves of outrage.
He expressed (in no uncertain terms) how badly he was being treated. How unfair it was that we had taken him away from his new favorite toy – that moved all by itself! And how mean we were to put him inside when we were staying outside where his new friend was. AND no one was feeding him. Unforgivable.
Worst. Parents. Ever.
(Fortunately, giving him dinner seemed to solve most of the problems. His tiny little brain and generally forgiving nature solved the rest.)