Lately Mommy's been taking me for a long walk around the block right before bed. I love it because there are lots of good sniffs then. A couple days ago I got really scared. I saw something I'd never seen before and I'm not sure what it is. I put my protective instinct into action and did my part to save the world.
My body stiffened the closer we got to it. I stopped and got myself into attack mode, ready for a fight. This thing was big and pink with long floppy ears and had big arms wrapped around a great big egg he must have been holding captive. I love it when Daddy makes eggs for breakfast and he gives me a few bites. But this egg was huge. Doesn't this pink monster know this is my turf? And eggs are for breakfast?
I barked to let Mommy know I was protecting her. And to alert the egg I was here to rescue it from the grip of the beast.
She tugged at my leash trying to keep me moving and said, "That's the Easter Bunny. Don't bark at the Easter Bunny. He won't hurt you."
Who is the Easter Bunny? And why is he so big and sitting in the yard terrorizing the neighborhood? A new scent in the grass diverted my attention.
We arrived back home safely and without incident. I did my job and kept Mommy safe. But I overheard her talking to Daddy.
"Ginger barked her head off at that inflatable Easter Bunny in the yard down the street." She giggled.
Daddy answered, "That dog is just too darn funny."
I'm not funny. I'm Super Dog, warding off evil dangers of the world. And that includes the Easter Bunny, whoever he may be. And I'll let him know who's boss around here until he decides to give up and move away.
My body stiffened the closer we got to it. I stopped and got myself into attack mode, ready for a fight. This thing was big and pink with long floppy ears and had big arms wrapped around a great big egg he must have been holding captive. I love it when Daddy makes eggs for breakfast and he gives me a few bites. But this egg was huge. Doesn't this pink monster know this is my turf? And eggs are for breakfast?
I barked to let Mommy know I was protecting her. And to alert the egg I was here to rescue it from the grip of the beast.
She tugged at my leash trying to keep me moving and said, "That's the Easter Bunny. Don't bark at the Easter Bunny. He won't hurt you."
Who is the Easter Bunny? And why is he so big and sitting in the yard terrorizing the neighborhood? A new scent in the grass diverted my attention.
We arrived back home safely and without incident. I did my job and kept Mommy safe. But I overheard her talking to Daddy.
"Ginger barked her head off at that inflatable Easter Bunny in the yard down the street." She giggled.
Daddy answered, "That dog is just too darn funny."
I'm not funny. I'm Super Dog, warding off evil dangers of the world. And that includes the Easter Bunny, whoever he may be. And I'll let him know who's boss around here until he decides to give up and move away.
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