When I woke up this morning I was sad, because I discovered that my rabbit Sally had dug out of her pen* and disappeared. I had brought out a handful of parsley for her and found the big hole under the fence wire, and no wabbit.
I was bummed. Just yesterday morning there was a coyote on the lawn that took off when I let the dogs out in hot pursuit.
But as I was feeding the chickens I espied out of the corner of my eye TWooie pushing something along the upper field with his nose. It was Sally! He was nudging her along in the direction of home., sticking his nose under her butt and shoving her forward every time she stopped moving.
I panicked, because I have seen TWooie tear a wild bunny in half on more than one occasion. I dropped the chicken food and flew out of the pen screeching “LEAVE IT! SALLY? NO TWOOIE LEAVE IT!! COME HERE SALLY!”
Sally heard me and began running as fast as her fat little legs could go. TWooie sat down and watched her run to me. She stood up with her paws against my knees and I scooped her up into my arms. She was filthy dirty, but no worse for wear, and snuggled into my neck. TWooie just sat and watched, Flambe™ wagging away merrily.
I don’t know why he didn’t eat her…maybe she was too big (she’s really big) for his skillz. Maybe she smelled like The Food Lady’s menagerie. Maybe he knew it wasn’t worth the savage beating he would receive if he ate my damn rabbit, because I can run really fast!
But whatever the reason, Sally is safe and sound back in her new pen, and TWooie got a big ass cookie.
So this is our wish for you in 2013: May you go your own way and have many exciting adventures, with friends to help out when you get a little lost, and safe, loving arms to come home to when you’re done.
Happy New Year everyone!
(*just so I don’t get verbal tongue lashings from rabbity activists everywhere, please let it be known that Sally has always lived outside; she lived outside at the shelter for 4 years before I brought her home. She doesn’t like living inside, and is accustomed to having a much larger living space than she could have inside my home anyway … because I’m not counting this one-time pass as an indication of Sally’s general safety around The TWoo!)