One Eyebrowed Rabbit Zombie
I find that fascinating! ...or do I?
Squeaking pose, hedgehog as victim
This past weekend was busy:
1. Took C to a Riversharks game – stood in line for popcorn and soda for one inning. Ate popcorn and drank soda for one inning, ‘can we GO yet???’, two innings-personal best. (Beautiful night, sun setting while BF Bridge lights came on.)
2. Took C to ‘Funzone’ (arcade, waterpark, golf, private bank), ‘don’t LIKE funzone’. But after walking through, realized our mutual attraction to shooting zombies, but not Jesus.
3. Sunday, C shaves off one of his eyebrows. His brother L told him ‘if you want me to get in trouble, shave one of your eyebrows and tell Mom and Dad I did it while you were asleep!’ The weak point was C never sleeps in the afternoon.
Now he looks as if he’s always interested in what I’m saying. Even when I’m quiet.
4. Carley caught an adult rabbit. She was quiet in the yard for some time and I went to check on her. Laying down in the middle of the yard, mouthing something, she looked up at me coming out the back door, then back at her paws, then at me. Dogs don’t hide guilt well. She was trying to make it squeak, but that ship had sailed.
At first I felt bad for the rabbit, but then I thought, ‘YEAH, my girl MOVES!!!!’
I told C what had happened and he seemed very interested.
