Moderating the Bunny Population May 4, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Kansas, My Former Dog Children, Texas , 4commentsWhen we lived in Texas, we had a large fenced backyard. This was the best playground for our dogs to chase balls, chase each other, and find the smelliest spot in the grass to roll in.
More than once, Paris came into the house with blood all over her mouth, wagging her tail.
She likes to chase bunnies. She likes to KILL bunnies. She’s a murderer I say.
But, we’re bad parents because we praise and encourage this behavior.
Good news for Paris: bunnies run all over our backyard in Kansas.
Bad news for the cotton tails: Paris is a 35 MPH couch potato on your tail. She will hunt you down and snap your neck.
The trails by our house are overflowing with cute little bunnies. Paris sees one now.
Do you see the perked ears? This means she is TOTALLY paying attention. Too bad this bunny took off before Paris was off leash. So moving on to the next bunny . . .
David sees one, but Paris is totally oblivious. Sometimes, my presence is very distracting. (What can I say? I am the center of her world!) Notice how Paris is staring RIGHT AT ME and not the bunny.
Paris only cares if it moves, so sometimes we have to show her where her prey is.
Isn’t this bunny cute? What he doesn’t know is that he is about to run for his life.
Paris is trotting, not sure what to chase because she hasn’t seen the bunny move yet . . .
But, now the bunny is on the move and Paris is flying after him.
The thrill of the chase is just as fun as the kill. Paris won’t be disappointed if she comes back empty handed.
I wish I had this attitude toward shopping. I don’t think it’s just as fun to window shop and I feel like a failure if I come back empty handed.
In the end, the bunny’s life was preserved for one more day. And Paris settled for eating grass.
And smelling another dog’s butt.
If only life were this simple for us.
