| Saturday, March 19, 2005 |
| Bunnies and Dachshunds Don't Mix |
Oh my. Rance finally came to bed this morning at 7 am. I had no idea that concrete took so long, like 15 hours long. While he slept, I drove 45 minutes to Bartlesville to get my vacuum fixed (I was assured I had to bring it in as my problem was very unique). I waited around because there was a "Be Right Back!" sign on the door. Fifteen minutes later some guy with a bad Eminem dye job comes bolting out a side door, ignoring me and jabbering on his cell phone. He runs in the front door, still jabbering, and finally acknowledging me with "Just a minute." He yells, "Number eight is a free toaster!" and ends his call. What? Anyhow he walks out to the car and fixes my problem in 3 minutes. I wanted to yell at him, "Do you know how much gas I wasted to get here and how much I have to waste to go home?" Instead I thanked him and was on my way.
Rance was still asleep when I got home, so I watched a movie. He finally rose from the dead and we went outside to clean up the mess his workers made on the lawn. I finished and went inside, but soon I heard a commotion at the back door. Dakota flew in and all I heard was Rance shouting, "Bunny Killer!" Oh no, those poor little souls Rance tried to save had met their match. Apparently one of the dogs got one of the bunnies (there are three mind you), but Dakota ended up with it, marching around the yard with it hanging out the side of her mouth. Farley was covered in mud, so I have a feeling Princess Dakota talked him into doing the dirty work while she stole all of the proceeds. Anyhow it wasn't two hours later before I heard Rance shouting again. By this time Dakota had been forgiven and was let outside again. Rance had been rolling something or other up and disturbed something living underneath a storage shed near our house. As quick as a lightning bolt, a baby bunny darted out into the open. Alas, said bunny was no match for Dakota. It was in her mouth in seconds. Unfortunately Dakota did not finish the job and Rance had to do it. Poor guy. And all he wanted to do today was sleep.
All evening the dogs were not referred to as Farley and Dakota, but Bunny Killers. I just laugh it off because there's no amount of training or psychotherapy you could do or give to a dachshund to keep him/her from digging and hunting. It's their nature and this is their territory. We went out to eat at Abuelos tonight and Rance continued to lay out the gruesome details during out appetizer. Man, did your mother teach you nothing! Gross! We came home and gave the Bunny Killers a bath which seemed to get Rance's mind off of aforementioned bunny rabbits. So Farley is in Rance's lap watching TV and Dakota is in her bed. All is well in the Miller household again. Now, if we only knew where that third bunny ended up... |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 3/19/2005 |
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