And last week I had some opportunity. You see, we have a little back yard in our Clayton condo. It's not as big as Arizona, but it's nice enough. I sometimes just go out and veg. (Mom would like me to use the Doggie Door, but that's a whole 'nother chapter and I'm not going to get into it tonight. Suffice it to say, I don't much like the Doggie Door.)
But anyway, mom was just getting ready to let me out in the morning, and she stopped. "Look, Guinness," she said, I think one of your friends may have followed you here from Arizona." And there outside, was my Bunny Rabbit! I think it was my Bunny Rabbit. He seemed a little smaller than I remembered.
I tried to get a better look from every window I could.
Finally, he snuck under the wood pile. I think he has a home there. I hope I see him again.
And tonight we met another creature in the back yard. Well, I didn't exactly meet him, but I watched Mom meet him and she told me about him. She went out to light up the gas grill. I went with her. Suddenly she just dropped the cover like she saw a ghost in there. I looked at her to see if she was OK. She said, "there's a mouse in the grill, I think I'll go cook in the broiler." A MOUSE in our grill! How did it get there? Did it crawl up the legs? I wondered why she didn't just light the grill anyway, but she said it was a really cute mouse and she couldn't hurt it. Maybe it lives with Bunny Rabbit in the woodpile. I hope so. I want to meet him sometime.
Well, other than a dumb squirrel who keeps running up our tree, I don't think anything else lives in our back yard. I guess if I used the Doggie Door I could maybe see play with my new friends. But I won't do it! It's a stupid door. Maybe I'll tell you about it next time.
Meanwhile, I hope you have as interesting friends as I do.
Love,
G.
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