Hello. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your soaking wet doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
I needed to go out. Ghostwriter thought that since freezing rain was pouring down like crazy, I would just do my business and come right back in. But there was a bunny!
We didn't see the bunny. But I could smell its footy prints all over the yard. I simply had to investigate this bunny trail. Because that's my job when there is a bunny!
Sorry we didn't get more pictures of this. Ghostwriter didn't want to go outside and slip on the ice. But I didn't care if I slipped on the ice because there was a bunny!
I sniffed the area under the birdie feeders. I trampled the muddy garden. I scrambled over the compost pile. I squeezed myself right through the Sparrows Inc. Winter Lodge in the Sticks from one side to the other. The sparrows were not too happy about that! But there was a bunny!
I followed the tracks to the wood pile, over the mounds of dead leaves, all around the edge of the fence, and through all the swampy puddles everywhere. Ghostwriter went and got Dad to call me to come back in. But there was a bunny!
The bunny escaped into the neighbor's yard. I saw it, and barked at it. Dad shouted and hollered at me to come in! At long last, I finally came back into the house. Dad and ghostwriter were mad at me for getting all wet and muddy. But there was a bunny!
They had to dry me off with a towel.
But there was a bunny!