TheBunnyBlog.com - October 10, 2006

So daddy's been around a lot lately (not my daddy, Tucker, the sun in Murph's limited universe). He was in Los Angeles doing Hollywood things for almost two months. Murph has been in heaven. Those two have a connection rivaling that of any dog/man combo in the history of domestication.

Tucker left last Sunday for New York, and because of this, things have been a little trying around the house. Murph has been lying in wait by the door for his return. She makes her impressive vertical leaps every time she hears the garage door open. She squeals when men walk by the front door, and if they don't come in the front door, drunk, smelling of vagina and bellyshouting "Where's ma mutts!?" she runs over to the window and shoves her snout between two venetian slats to get a peek at who has walked by.

She's also been nervous chewing. Now, Murph has a habit of making anything bite sized, synthetic or no, into food. Soccer balls, remote controls, tweezers, glass bottles, you name it. I imagine one day soon she'll go out in a blaze of glory, the remnants of a bottle of superglue bunging up her doggy pipes till she implodes. I just hide it all away and hope, hope hope. But nervous chewing is different. Its more about "FUCK EVERYBODY! I'M PISSED MY DADDY'S A DEADBEAT!"

So when I came home from writing this evening to find my Heeler in a pile of chewed laundry, shoes, the toilet deoderizer (eaten), two wooden rudius swords (daddy's) and an explosion of cotton which must have been the bag of cotton balls I just bought, I wasn't surprised.

Posted by The Bunny at 11:19 PM