Ever since Sunny chewed on the dead rabbit in the ice pond, and got pretty sick from it.... I have been uber careful not to let her wander down there.
This has necessitated putting a leash on her and waltzing around with her in the ice and snow at all times of the day and evening while she takes care of business.
As you can imagine, this is wearing a little thin.
The water has now receded in the ice pond, leaving interesting sheets behind.
This stuff is as slick as snot. There's no other way to put it.
And it has done some interesting things while retreating.
Anyway, I decided I would go down there and see about the welfare of the rabbit.
I guess I should say.... rabbit carcass.
Sure enough. I found it. Just starting to appear from the ice in a slightly different location. We've had a lot of changes in that pond since the original tragedy. I know the dogs will never leave it alone, so I took a little pitchfork down there with me and with great difficulty.... flopping, dragging, scooting, hooking, sliding....pretty much everything except touching.... re-located the flattened but still frozen rabbit to as good a spot as I could manage, which was into the middle of the blackberry bush on the other side of the pond.
I saw things I would have preferred not to see about the dead rabbit while wrestling it into what I hope is its final resting place. The only thing that spurred me on was the vision of Sunny eliminating poorly digested rabbit gore onto my living room rug again.
My solution may or may not be the final one however. Because as soon had I scrambled my way up the muddy bank, I caught sight of Elvin trotting over there to take a look at what I had been doing. He could not quite get to the rabbit because of the thorny branches.... but I have a feeling if he REALLY puts his mind to it, he will drag it out of there. At which point I will officially turn the entire operation over to Mr. P.
Sometimes being a farm girl really gets on my nerves.
This is one of those times.
The other day I painted a little imaginary self portrait. The one in which I have masses of flaming red hair.. [I've always wished I was a red head]
She doesn't look like she would come within fifty feet of a dead rabbit does she?
But she didn't have to clean up the living room carpet either.... so there's two things we don't have in common.
But... I DO have a pair of purple boots.
So this little bit of art is not a total fantasy.
Though I do think a from a psychological point of view, the fact that she has her hands behind her back could indicate any number of less than a healthy self image issues . But there you have it. Self revelatory art.
(I'll bet she's holding a bag with the dead rabbit in it.)
You are one sick parenthesis, you know that?
(Hey, it's not MY self portrait. You have to own that thing.)
Sigh.
This stuff is as slick as snot. There's no other way to put it.
And it has done some interesting things while retreating.
Anyway, I decided I would go down there and see about the welfare of the rabbit.
I guess I should say.... rabbit carcass.
Sure enough. I found it. Just starting to appear from the ice in a slightly different location. We've had a lot of changes in that pond since the original tragedy. I know the dogs will never leave it alone, so I took a little pitchfork down there with me and with great difficulty.... flopping, dragging, scooting, hooking, sliding....pretty much everything except touching.... re-located the flattened but still frozen rabbit to as good a spot as I could manage, which was into the middle of the blackberry bush on the other side of the pond.
I saw things I would have preferred not to see about the dead rabbit while wrestling it into what I hope is its final resting place. The only thing that spurred me on was the vision of Sunny eliminating poorly digested rabbit gore onto my living room rug again.
My solution may or may not be the final one however. Because as soon had I scrambled my way up the muddy bank, I caught sight of Elvin trotting over there to take a look at what I had been doing. He could not quite get to the rabbit because of the thorny branches.... but I have a feeling if he REALLY puts his mind to it, he will drag it out of there. At which point I will officially turn the entire operation over to Mr. P.
Sometimes being a farm girl really gets on my nerves.
This is one of those times.
The other day I painted a little imaginary self portrait. The one in which I have masses of flaming red hair.. [I've always wished I was a red head]
She doesn't look like she would come within fifty feet of a dead rabbit does she?
But she didn't have to clean up the living room carpet either.... so there's two things we don't have in common.
But... I DO have a pair of purple boots.
So this little bit of art is not a total fantasy.
Though I do think a from a psychological point of view, the fact that she has her hands behind her back could indicate any number of less than a healthy self image issues . But there you have it. Self revelatory art.
(I'll bet she's holding a bag with the dead rabbit in it.)
You are one sick parenthesis, you know that?
(Hey, it's not MY self portrait. You have to own that thing.)
Sigh.