Well, that was Exhilarating
Jun. 9th, 2011 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluesgardenSo a short while ago, Jack starts barking. It's 10:30 PM, normally a bit later than I'd let him carry on, but it's been hot, he's a little stir crazy, and so I ignore him. A couple minutes later he stops, maybe another minute passes, then River starts up. I roll my eyes- annnnd suddenly sit bolt upright because Jack is now baying and he is, most definitely, not inside the pen. I run up front and out the front door, then back in for a flashlight and footwear, then back out and try to figure out where he is by sound while calling for him and/or swearing.
(Blue: JACK! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BEAGLE DOG! COME!
Jack: BUNNNNNNNYYYYYY!!!!)
Fortunately, just 10 minutes later I catch up with the little brat and haul his furiously wagging tail back in the house. He's so damn proud of himself; he hasn't seen a bunny in (what seems to him to like) forever. I obviously need to make sure he runs his furry little butt off tomorrow and is too tired to get up to these antics!
(Needless to say, the door to the pen is now blocked for the evening. Jack and River are so not on board with this plan.)
(Blue: JACK! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BEAGLE DOG! COME!
Jack: BUNNNNNNNYYYYYY!!!!)
Fortunately, just 10 minutes later I catch up with the little brat and haul his furiously wagging tail back in the house. He's so damn proud of himself; he hasn't seen a bunny in (what seems to him to like) forever. I obviously need to make sure he runs his furry little butt off tomorrow and is too tired to get up to these antics!
(Needless to say, the door to the pen is now blocked for the evening. Jack and River are so not on board with this plan.)
