Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

When Bunnies Go Bad

It started when Buddy barked at falling leaves. The snowman made his hackles rise. Then a distant rock made him very upset. The vet confirmed that it’s true: Buddy has cataracts.

Now the furry woodland creatures taunt him. The bunny family moved in under the deck and grew fat, then obese. They didn’t used to come near us. Now they lounge around all day as if in their own private resort, eating hosta salads. Going inside our backyard fence used to mean they were entering the realm of a predator; now it means protection from them.

When I let Buddy out, I exclaim, “Run, bunnies! Here comes the dog!” But they ignore me. Why would they care? Even if he manages to spot them, they know they can outrun him. They also know they rarely need to: they just hop a foot or two away and he will lose them again.  You can practically hear their little bunny snickers.

I used to like furry little bun-buns. Now I think of them as sullen and defiant. These are gangs. Bunny gangs. They even let me take their pictures.

I’m wondering if I should be insulted.

Spoken by high school boy (with a mohawk) to his friend: “Dude! I can’t go to the library. Those library ladies scare me. They’re like, ‘When are you going to bring that book back?’ and I’m like, ‘Never.’”


  1. Next you'll see a rabbit curled up to Buddy snoozing. They sure do overpopulate.

  2. Omg, Linda, that happened with our Irish Wolfhound mix. I'd look out the window, and it would look like a Disney movie with the forest animals leaping about with the dog sprawled in the middle. As soon as he saw me, though, he'd leap up and start barking. Like he'd been caught sleeping on the job.

  3. Oh, Tammy! So funny, as always!! But, poor Buddy! So far, Tiger hasn't lost her sight...but her hearing sure has gotten weird. I think she's developed "selective hearing"!!

  4. Tiger is so smart, I could see her faking some hearing loss just to get away with stuff! I think they're much smarter than we give them credit for!!!

  5. Bunnies can be pushy little critters. Nothing seems to faze them. Once in my son's backyard several bunnies literally hopped over to me like some sort of long eared dogs looking for treats!


  6. Ooh, Pat, you're St. Francis! ;)

    I had an armadillo do that to me once down South. Or maybe it was trying to attack. Hard to tell.

  7. I forgot to comment on the Mohair Kid's comment!! I love the stuff you overhear at school!!

  8. This is my first visit to your blog, via Tiny Lights. Your posts are laugh out loud funny. Thanks! I'll be visiting again.

  9. Hey Becky! "Mohair Kid"--love it! And I'm glad you like those quotes. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who finds teenagers so entertaining!

    Wow, thanks, Jennifer!!! Am anxious to get a better look at your site when I have more time, but WOW!!! So far just caught a glimpse of your paintings. Am a HUGE fan of Impressionism, and what I saw was amazing. Can't wait to see the rest. I appreciate your stopping by and hope you do come back!


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