June 1 should be a great day – the weather should be warm and sunny, and thoughts of beaches and barbecues should run through one’s head.
Alas, ‘twas not to be.
It had rained the night before – a torrential downpour which flooded the back yard. The yard was still partially flooded the next morning when I took Cody out to do her business. Cody loves to chase the squirrels and bunnies – and Cody is faster than me.
This particular morning, Cody leaped out of the side door and streaked into the backyard before I could even get my aging legs in gear. By the time I got there, this is what I saw:
Yes, that is a real bunny. And yes it is very, very dead.
Fortunately, it was already dead when Cody found it – at least I can comfort myself with knowing that Cody is not a murderess.
Of course, Cody thought it was just like her own stuffed toys. She pranced around the yard daring me to give chase.
I tried telling her to “drop it” – nope, having too much fun.
I tried luring her with treats – nope, not hungry (Cody not hungry? This is a very serious situation!)
I tried threatening, begging, sweet-talking. Forget it.
Meanwhile, I tried to call my husband to let him know that since I was going to be seriously late for work, he would have to come home at lunch time to deal with the dog. Why do men never answer their phones when it’s important to do so?
How was I going to explain to my boss that I was late because I was chasing a dead bunny around the yard?
I even tried telling Cody that she could take the toy into the house. She loves to take outside toys into the house. I figured I could barricade her in the attached garage and get the “toy” away from her in a more confined space.
Finally, I got out the Frisbee! I threw it as far as I could. Not even Cody can resist a Frisbee.
While she ran towards the fence line, I grabbed the bunny by the back legs (I had a plastic bag on my hand to avoid disease). Cody is quick. As I was lifting that bunny up, Cody ran back and grabbed it by the head.
Cody thinks tug o’ war is tremendous fun. I could only picture the little body splitting into two parts. Fortunately for me, Cody was so intent on her game that I was able to reach down and pinch her jaws, forcing her to let go. It wasn’t easy holding that critter up high enough to keep it away from the dog, but somehow I managed.
And the dead bunny is no more.
Cody is again the gentle creature we all know and love.
Images by Cordelia’s Mom