Carter managed to turn the sole surviving bunny loose last night and some how I managed to walk outside just in time to see the white streak go tearing past with our dog Cash in hot pursuit. He, unfortunately (for him, lucky for the bunny) didn't see me and practically ran right into me. I was able to catch him as he tried to dash past, and shove him in the house. I gathered up Robert and Carter to go find and catch the bunny. In full self preservation mode, Carter promptly decided that she needed special bunny hunting gear and got decked out before mom could lecture her on turning the bunny loose. After she was dressed up, it was hopeless because I just could not keep a straight face and a lecture really seems to lose all value when you are laughing.
Oh, and Robert was able to catch the bunny, so all is well. Now if we can just keep him in the cage!
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There's those famous little cheeks again! That is a serious "hunting wabbits" ansamble! What do you suppose she thought the floatation device would be good for?
ps. I like your countdown! I am going to have to go find one too!
I think Carter shows suitable good judgment in self-preservation...safety first!!!
I think Carter was in her previous life a lady of the evening! And I'm like Corinne, what features exactly did she think the flotation device offered when one is preparing to hunt wabbits? I do so envy her cute little behind however, and I get plenty of opportunity to do so these days -- along with the rest of Haley Bench! xxxooo
Ha ha ha...oh my! On a side note, I think its crazy you are already 30 weeks a long...maybe the time passes faster for those of us who aren't prego, but I could swear you just found out about #2....:-)
I love the cheeks. This is priceless!
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