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Woodland Creature

A week or so ago I opened the door to let Winston back inside only to find he was completely UNinterested. I went outside and that's when I noticed he was running frolicking more than usual. Upon further investigation I found he was chasing a bunny! Not just any bunny, the ONE thing that is better than a bunny...what is the ONE thing better than a bunny, you ask?? A BABY BUNNY! It was so tiny! Hopefully you can see the size somewhat based on the comparison to Winston (I would compare his size to my iPhone).

He had no desire to hurt the little guy-he was just excited to have a new friend. Brent and I had a good time offering commentary for the interaction, but I'll spare you that conversation. You're welcome.


At one point, it was cornered by the fence so I HAD to pet it. I was very tempted to pick it up, but I resisted. If I get the chance again...we may have a pet bunny. When Brynlynn gets older we may have one anyway...one that I found thanks to the pet store.

We saw him a few more times, but it's been a few days now. I hope that he comes back to visit. I mentioned to my sister maybe I should go outside and sing or something...seems to work for the Disney Princesses. I hope the little guy is ok. I also hope he doesn't confuse our yard with the neighbors...they have 2 rather large dogs and are not likely to be as hospitable as Winstie.

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