Carl - Rabbit killer, ruiner of upholstery

Warning - If you are my mother please click here: Cute little bunnies

Otherwise, read on...

So as some, or all of you may know I am working for Laci & Ben’s builder as he builds their little slice ‘o heaven. The house is just northeast of Buffalo with a fantastic view of the Bighorns. The land abounds with hundreds of cute furry little bunnies... (that was for you mom, I know you are still reading).

I decided to take Carl, our cuddly little pooch, to work with me today and let him explore. Well Carl is a renowned mouse hunter and apparently his mad skills are not confined to small rodents. As soon as I let him out of the car he took off after the numerous rabbits peacefully sunning themselves.

About an hour later I whistled and called for Carl, making sure he didn’t take off for greener pastures. After several vain attempts to recall the curious canine, I went on a Carl hunt. As I rounded the corner of the house there sat Carl... he was sprawled out in the snow with the headless corpse of a rabbit clutched in his paws... He was looking up at me with a “what are you looking at” look. Then he went back to the task at hand... rabbit tar-tare, mmmmmm bunnny.

“Stupid dog”, I thought... and went back to work.

At the end of the day I loaded up the dog in the back of the explorer, and took off down the road...

About a quarter of a mile down the road I heard that familiar convulsing when the dog eats too much grass... then it came... right behind my head... BLAAAAHHHHHHGGGHHHHRPPPHHCHK!!!

“Stupid dog”, I thought... and pulled over to assess the damage.

As I opened the door it was like a scene out of Texas chainsaw massacre!

My back seat and floor board looked like the floor of an Alaska fish packing company. “Stupid dog”, I thought... and began scooping up goo with a chunk of 2X6 as I dry heaved like after a night with Jose Cuervo...

Stupid dog...

Anyhow, the little monkeys are growing like weeds... no really they have turned green and sprouted roots... they’re taking over the yard.

They are both holding there own bottles when they eat, which is funny because their hand control isn’t 100%.

Adam is rolling all over the place. I think he may be part wheel... I am having some DNA testing done to be sure before I start asking all sorts of accusatory questions.

Grace isn’t as mobile. She only rolls over when she has to... she only does anything if she has to. I think she will most likely just sit there and boss Adam around to get what she wants. Adam will of course do it... because he’s a boy.

All is good in our little world... and thats about all I got to say about that.