Conversations with Myself

the puppies got a bunny last night.  the rabbit somehow made its way into the dog pen and, well, never made it back out.  we think Willy was the prime instigator as his head was covered in fleas when we finally got him back in.  that in and of itself was a bit gross, i’ll have you know.  the bunny was fine.  well, it was dead, i just mean it was fine in that it wasn’t torn to pieces or anything.  we think Willy just had time to give it the death shake…and then Rob noticed something queer was going on. that part terrier was coming out loud and strong in Willy last night, that’s for sure!   you can’t really get too mad at him for being a dog but  disobeying us (ie not ‘leaving it’) is another thing!