Monday, June 4, 2018

"That Dog Is Going To Eat That Rabbit"

Circa 1995: My brother Michael had a rabbit. The Royal Father had a dog. They both had to share space in the basement, and when we let them out to run around, the bunny proved himself to be no powderpuff. When Toby (the dog) got too close to Joey (the bunny), the rabbit growled. Yes, growled. This immediately conjures up a Monty Python joke.

We didn't need an Holy Hand Grenades to diffuse the situation. Toby backed off, and the rabbit hopped on. A lot of the time, Joey just wedged himself between the furnace and the hot water heater. Still, I didn't feel comfortable with the two of them chasing each other about.

Photos from my past and the tales they tell.
"That dog is going to eat that rabbit," I said to Mom and Dad.

Such a warning was casually dismissed, because the worst Toby was able to do was get in a few light doggie kisses, the aftermath of which is depicted above.

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