Rabbit Poop

Observations:
On Wednesday, the youngest of the neighbor girls came over to play with Embry as I was hosing out the crate in the driveway.
“Can I play with the dogs since they are outside?”
"Ummmm...”, I said hesitantly. “You might want to come back a little later, after Embry has a bath."
“Is she dirty?”
“Yes…she is dirty.”

At that point, she walked over to the fence and looked at Embry.
“Did Embry roll in the mud?”
“Ummm…Yes. Yes, she did. That's exactly what it is. Embry rolled in the mud...which is why she needs a bath.”

At some point during the afternoon, Embry pooped in her crate. While it may not have been an overly sizable deposit, it became considerably larger after she jumped and rolled around in it. When she gets very excited, she jumps up and down in her crate, frequently to the point of losing her balance and falling. And when there is poop in the crate— well, you get the idea. Needless to describe any further, our chocolate puppy was extra chocolate-covered.

Kelsey was slightly older when she did the same thing, but the result (and, for that matter, the towel we used) were the same. When Kelsey did it, we were on our way to pick up some tickets from our friend Hugh, trying to get there before he closed up for the day. I tossed Kelsey in the back of the truck, rolled down the windows, and sped downtown. Once there, Hugh wanted to see the “cute, new puppy”. I apparently had a momentary memory lapse, as I forgot Kelsey was covered in poop…until I got her out of the truck and she immediately leapt onto Hugh, leaving two little, brown pawprints on his pants. To his credit, Hugh’s only response was, “She is so cute…but I think she needs a bath.” Sorry, man!

The other notable event this week involved the dogs dismembering a yummy, fluffy bunny. No, not a toy bunny or a Playboy bunny; an actual, wild, previously fur-covered bunny…that was stupid enough to build a nest inside the fenced-in yard. If I were a marginally intelligent bunny, I would have built my nest under the shed, or perhaps not in the yard inhabited by several dogs. And if I was a fearless, yet dim-witted bunny inclined to take up residence within said yard, I certainly would not dig a hole out in the open, underneath the pine tree, in the high-traffic area just outside the door. Alas, Natural Selection took its course. By the time we discovered the rabbit-resembling remnants, all we found were a few tufts of fur and the afore-mentioned hole beneath the tree. This does not bode well for a Happy Easter this year.

Number of Days Without an Accident: Zero

Today, I'm Bleeding From: My forearm(s).

Embry's Haiku of the Day:
‘lo, I shall pee here.
The carpet is as good as
Any other place.

Current Interests:
I really like this yard! The yard is full of interesting things to eat, such as sticks, leaves, grass, bulbs, mulch, and – every once in awhile – fresh rabbit. Every day is like my first time adventuring in unknown territory. Granted, I still do not like the bothersome steps I have to navigate in order to get into the yard, but somebody will carry me down there if I bark and get upset enough.

Once I’m in the yard, watch out: I can run with the big dogs! It’s not a fair race because their legs are three times as long as mine, but I’ll hold my own soon enough. I just throw my ears back, hold my head up, and run as fast and as hard as my little legs will take me. I actually ran too fast the other day and went tumbling over myself, but luckily nobody saw that… I like the yard. I think I will explore it more often.

I also really like teeth. Teeth can be used to drag the blanket out of my crate. Teeth can also be used to remove skin from body parts. And to tenderize both humans and animals. And to hold things in my mouth, such as shirts, pants, socks, and shoestrings. And pajama bottoms (LOVE pajama bottoms). And paper towels. And other dogs. And little children. I like teeth. I think I shall use them even more often.

Come to think of it, I think I like to pee even more than I like teeth. The amount of pee I can generate per capita is really quite impressive. I can be outside for an hour, peeing every ten minutes, then come inside and pee on the carpet. I can go outside, pee, come right back in, and pee again. I can be asleep in my crate for hours, then walk out and pee. I can pee, walk around the corner into the kitchen, and pee some more. Then, as someone is cleaning up that mess, I can pee some more, preferably in the most difficult to reach corner of the family room. I like pee. I think I shall brew some more often.

The Other Dogs are Currently:
Darcy............ “Thou shalt not attempt to bite the hair on my ears.”
Sophie........... “Thou shalt not exist to me.”
Tank Man....... “Thou shalt not touch my woobie, for it is MY woobie.”
Traz.............. “Thou shall be flung when thine teeth latch upon thee.”