Chester chased another bunny. This time he didn’t catch it, and it went under the fence before the hound from hell ate it. I purchased a plastic muzzle, size large, which was just too big. Apparently his body is larger than his snoot. I went back and tried a mesh one, hopeful that this would be the end of the great bunny massacre of 2020. I adjusted it and got it on him by straddling him and holding his mouth shut which was no small feat. He was shaking his head but I just kind of bumped him outside and figured he’d get past it. He stood with his legs splayed on the patio and looked up at me with horror so I shut the door. When I peeked out again he was still in the same spot on the patio. I took pity on him and took it off thinking that if there was a bunny out there, he would have chased it already. We did this for a couple days, then today I let him out with the muzzle on and he ran out into the yard, not just the patio. Feeling righteous I went back to the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. I glanced out the window at the sun shining on Chester. Chester with his muzzle hanging around his neck and his tongue flapping in the breeze. He was running around peeing on everything and the muzzle was waving like a scarf. Heavy sigh. Chester 1, me 0. Stay tuned.
Chester and I went for a walk today down a street we usually don’t go. There was a little white yappy dog tearing around the yard like a miniature teeth-filled tornado. It was barking the whole time. Pretty impressive, running and barking. I don’t think I could do that. When I say it was ¼ of Chester’s size that’s giving it the benefit of the doubt. Chester stopped, looked at the dog, turned around and pulled me back the way we came. He was not having it. We walked home and he got a biscuit which made him feel better.
A couple days ago it had just rained and while walking Chester I saw a worm the size of a garter snake. You have to respect a worm that big. Of course I tossed it into the grass. I’m still kind of humbled by such a kingly worm. Seriously impressive. That must be like Grandpa Worm. This inspired not a doggie song but a worm song…it goes like “Baby Shark” but substitute worm. And you wiggle instead of making shark mouths with your hands. And, since worms typically don’t hunt, although this one could have hunted the little yappy dog successfully, I substituted “Let’s go dig.” It kind of works.
I was playing baseball with my grandsons and I got a little tired. The six year old never gets tired of baseball, but the two year old is usually up for anything so I called out “dance break” and started doing the chicken dance. Then I did the Thomas the Tank Engine theme song. After that I just yelled “dance break” every time I was tired. The six year old was generally offended and yelled “NOOO”, but the two year old kind of got into it, especially when we sang “Baby Shark.” He can’t resist Baby Shark but really, who can? I now will have to teach him “Baby Worm.”
Have you heard of this thing called Corona Virus? Me neither. I did however hear a good joke courtesy of my co-grammy: What goes with the Corona virus? Lyme disease. I’m not necessarily taking it lightly but me talking about it isn’t going to do any good. So I went with a “this and that” post today. Yes, I wash my hands. Yes, I maintain social distance when I can, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give someone a hug if they need one (after asking of course). Below is a picture of Chester waiting out the Corona virus and thinking about the atrocity that is the muzzle. Except for the muzzle, that’s pretty much what I have planned too.
Check in on each other now and then, and I’ll be walking Chester. We are going to make up a Corona virus song…something like “My My My My Myyy Corona” Take care of yourselves!