Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Bunny Hop

The rabbits are thick for some reason this year. Little ones and big ones, not to mention the two my bad dogs killed. When I look outside at dusk there are a minimum of four every evening.

Last night, the dogs were at the screen door barking non stop, so I tore myself away from the computer and took a look. Two rabbits, probably teenagers :-), were out in the field playing tag or a bunny game like tag. One would crouch and the other one would run at it top speed then jump straight up in the air, right before the crash.

Very entertaining, both for me, the dogs, and the bunnies.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Big trucks

I live on a highway, so the cars buzz by at about 55 mph. Right in front of the house next door, there is left turn off the highway so when people turn they have to stop all the traffic. This causes several wrecks a year.

This year they are widening the adjacent highway, so large gravel trucks are buzzing by my house all the time. Yesterday, as I was mowing lawn, a man slowed to turn across the highway and the SUV following him stopped too. However, the gravel truck driver had to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting the SUV. The brakes squealed and smoke poured from all the tires.

I don't know if the driver glanced at me mowing the lawn, I don't know if the driver was talking on a cell phone. I don't know why he didn't see the brake lights, because I did going the opposite way on a lawn mower. I do know that if the driver had not slammed on his brakes he probably would have killed the SUV driver.

Very scary.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Dogs, mud, and how not to start a new month

Yesterday I mowed the lawn and didn't lock (although I did latch) their fence. This morning I let them out into their yard at 7:30 a.m. and then when I went back out at 9:15 a.m. the gate was open and they were nowhere to be found.

I threw on some clothes, walked to the end of the driveway and out in the field in all three directions, nothing. I yelled and whistled (I'm a good whistler), nothing. I called both my neighbors and then yelled and whistled some more, nothing.

I got a cup of coffee, yelled and whistled again and here comes a mud caked Bear running, straight into the house. I yelled for Rowser and here comes Bette from next door and Rowser following along. She found them out next to her house heading towards the winery, called them, and they came. Whew, I'm so relieved, they are in such trouble.

Now I love my dogs, but they sure have a penchant for getting in trouble and that trouble always seems to include mud. When I lived in the city they dug under the fence and went swimming in the neighbors pool twice. Luckily for me, the neighbors were nice, because judging on the amount of mud Bear came home with, the pool had to have looked much worse.