These three, a dog, a cat and a bunny, have been living with us for a couple months while my daughter and her family are renovating their house.

The bunny was a late comer and unexpected.

I’ve never had a female dog before and have been taken aback by this adventure. Did you know they wear diapers inside the house when Aunt Flow comes to visit? It’s the darnedest thing I’ve ever seen.

That doesn’t seem to bother all the male dogs that live in the neighborhood. They have set up camp in our yard. How do they know?

I guess love is in the air. Especially for one small Pomeranian that’s a regular visitor. However, as much as he seems to be in love, I don’t see it happening. Millie towers over him.

Then there’s Milo, my granddaughter’s cat. It doesn’t seem to care for my artwork. It can take a flying leap and easily drag a picture off the wall.

WHOMP! Another one hits the floor.

You can also add plants or potting soil to things he doesn’t like either. No plant shall go unturned. No carpet unsoiled….potting soil that is.

And boy does he know how to holler. Toddlers have nothing on the sounds coming from this creature. At times, I kid you not, it cries “HELLO” in two elongated syllables. It’s down right creepy or endearing depending on if your talking to Tina or I. She has him recorded so she can play it after he is gone. It makes her giggle every time.

Now we arrive to the late comer. The quiet one. The bunny we weren’t expecting. My granddaughter fell in love with it at a petting zoo that visited her college here in Paducah.

For the small fee of five bucks it was hers. Five bucks sounds like a bargain, doesn’t it?

Then she had to buy food, a bag of bunny litter, a cage, something for it to chew on, and a temporary playpen until the cage arrives.

All that for a five dollar bunny.

My father used to say, “There’s no such thing as a free dog.” I say that applies to bunnies, as well.

So I now have a bunny in my garage. Bunnies do two things well. Eat and poop. If those were Milk Duds on my garage floor I’d be in heaven. But they’re not Milk Duds.

The good thing is that it doesn’t bark or scream “HELLO” in two distinct syllables. It just poops. A lot.

The three of them will be moving to their new home this week and I feel certain that the little Pomeranian in our backyard will eventually return to his home forever wondering where his new found love interest went.

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Rick Algood
April 25, 2022