Jungle Jeans

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So, I’m sitting out here trying to figure out what Mom’s problem is!  By the way, don’t I look angelic and adorable?  Anyway, Mom told me she’s tired of my jungle jeans.  Mom!  I don’t wear jeans!!  Have you ever seen me in any kind of jeans??  And what are jungle jeans?  I have never seen them.

All of this is because the other night Mom was in the house and Hemingway and I were out in the back yard patrolling, watching and looking for our doggie friend neighbors.  Suddenly I saw something that I knew I had to chase.  I ran and ran and then went into the house to show Mom my trophy.  Mom was not impressed.

What did I have?  I had a bunny in my mouth.  It wasn’t a baby bunny.  Mom figures it was like a preteen bunny, whatever that means.  I was so proud of my catch but Mom took it away from me and I never saw the bunny again.

Readers, I had heard on the news around here that our area is being overrun with bunnies.  I was just trying to help.  I didn’t know Mom would be sad.  I thought she would be proud of me.  She sat me down and had a long talk about not killing bunnies and birds and squirrels and things.  Then she hugged me and mumbled something about jungle jeans.

If I ever find those jungle jeans that Mom says I have, I’m going to throw them out!!!