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!!!