Friday, July 31, 2009

Ok Karma--I'm listening.

Rabbits frequently cross my yard.
My dogs frequently chase those rabbits.
They've never caught one -- until today.

This morning one silly rabbit hopped onto the back patio. I saw him and, knowing that dog chaos would ensue when he was spotted, banged on the glass door to encourage him to go elsewhere. Such banging alerted monster standard poodle Chai, who began to go crazy as only an 85 pound poodle can.

I opened the door to let Chai chase the errant bunny whom I thought was at a safe distance. The other poodle, Bentley, shot into the room from where ever he was sleeping and bounded out the door. Thereupon a chase ensued with the bunny hopping to and fro and the dogs running into each other and completely overrunning the bunny at every turn. The dumb bunny started through a hole in the fence, which would have assured his safety, but made the fatal mistake of reconsidering that escape to resume his rapid jaunt through the yard.

The Great White Hunter (Chai) who has never even caught a cricket, caught the rabbit who, alas, did not survive. The dogs, truly meaning no harm, ignored our calls and poked at the poor thing as if to encourage him to get up for more fun. FINALLY, son Alex and I coaxed the dogs indoors.

I told Alex he needed to get a shovel and dispose of the dead bunny. He demurred, saying that since I let the dogs out the dead bunny was entirely my fault. He resisted my taunts that he was being unmanly when he rolled himself into a fetal ball on the couch saying he didn't like dead things. (oh YES Alex, this is MY blog, and I get to tell the story how I saw it).

I briefly considered leaving the dead bunny in the yard. My brother was mowing the yard today and he's a hunter. I knew a little dead bunny wouldn't bother him. But, pride forced me to retrieve the shovel to engage in rabbit removal. After that operation was completed, I turned on the hose to rinse the red residue from the shovel. However, my husband has installed a high pressure nozzle on the hose, which was fine until I dropped the hose to turn off the faucet. Then, just like a scene from a cartoon, I got a face full of high pressure water. The hose next proceeded to snake about to completely drench me in what couldn't have been 15 seconds.

Ringing wet, I went inside to be met by Alex who was peaking into the kitchen from the dining room where he was presumably safe from dead things:

"Jeez, what happened to you."

"Well, son--today karma is a bit on the cranky side. I got my payback for letting the dogs chase the bunny a little sooner than I expected."


Marianne said...

oh holy crapola! (Alex.. I'm pointing at you)

Anonymous said...

Bunny leaves bloody
Reminder of life once lived
Karma is a bitch

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