The Old Blog in the Desert

It was after four in the morning when I got home from work. Our dog, Buddy met me at the door with a dead rabbit in his mouth. To understand the implications of this, our neighbor raises white rabbits, so I instantly knew it was theirs.

It took me a minute to get the rabbit away from Buddy, wash it off, climb over the fence and put it back in its cage. I had to do all of this as quietly as possible so I wouldn’t wake my wife and terrify her with the sight of a dead animal in her kitchen sink.

Later that morning, I heard my neighbor lady shriek, followed by, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

Quickly, I dressed and rushed over to find out what was wrong, believing I already knew.  In a half-panic, she breathlessly explained how the rabbit died a few days ago, was buried, but is now back in its cage.

Covering my mouth, not only to hide my actual shock, but to also stifle any possible laughter, I helped her rebury the poor critter. And as I did this, I kept thinking, “I gotta fix that hole under my fence, pronto.”