Huntin' Wabbits

Memorial Day Weekend. Let’s wait and see what it delivers. Cousin Lucia is staying with us, or maybe we’re staying with her . . . I can’t figure it out. Dad has us shuttling back and forth every time I turn around. Who’s to know what he’s thinking? All I can do is love the man.

Anyway, we’ll have to see if the ‘Dorable Dane helps us catch any rabbits. That would be something worth memorializing, especially if Lucia seems to be aware of what’s going on. She always insists on running through the flora like she’s auditioning for The Sound of Music.

See what I mean. This photo was taken last August, and I can still here her woofin' "The hills are aliiiive with the sound of barking."

Love the man. Love the Dane. I sure would love to catch a wascally wabbit. Five years of chasing and only once have we gotten close. Would’ve had the bugger too, if Dad hadn’t called us off. Sometimes I question how dog he really is.

O.