So yesterday evening at around 7:00 PM I’m letting our two Chinese Crested dogs outside to do their business. I call to them, they come running then bolt out to the fenced backyard and I close the sliding door behind them. After about a minute, there’s no “let me in!” scratching at the glass which typically occurs. One minute might not seem like enough time, but when most of your body is void of hair, with the exception of the tiny amount on your head, neck and feet, you get things done quickly. This time though; no doggies waiting to get inside from the cold. I open the door and immediately observed a high speed chase between Madison, Liska and a rabbit. The rabbit was considerably faster, but was only doing loops in the fenced area; so round and round they go.
Enough about what I seen, here’s the bunny’s recollection of the events that transpired.
So I’m walking up from Cold Creek on my way to my favorite spot. It’s a trek me and my family make often, but crossing County Rd. 5 still gives me an uneasy feeling after witnessing my brother being hit by a car in the fall. The motorist came out of nowhere and my brother, being in full stride, had no time to react; the S.O.B in the car didn’t even stop… You may be asking yourself, why did the rabbit cross the road and I would tell you that carrot shavings make you do crazy things.
This was my goal for this evening; cruise over to my favorite spot on the north side of County Rd. 5 for the left over carrot shavings they toss outside; delicious. Made it across the road without incident and my only thought now is that I hope they juiced lots of carrots today because I’m one hungry bunny. The perimeter chain-link fence surrounding their backyard is perfect protection from coyotes while I peacefully enjoy my dinner. A mild winter, physical security and good food; does life get any better than this? Wow, they must have been full-on juicing today because I ate way too much carrot and am stuffed; it was time to make my way under the deck and chill for a bit.
This is where things get crazy. All of a sudden, I sense a disturbance in the force and out of nowhere, two mostly bald dogs have me cornered. A momentary standoff, you could cut the tension with a knife and it was clear that I would need all four of my lucky rabbit feet to get out of this predicament . The fence that normally protects me, now confined me. There was only one compromised area of the fence that I came and went from and it was a tight squeeze; it would take approximately two seconds to get through and they would surely be on me like white on rice if I tried. Just then all hell broke loose. No time to think, just RUN! Luckily I am considerably faster than them, but how long could I possibly keep this up!? As I raced around the yard, loop after loop I began to question whether I’d get out of this in one piece and in those moments, wondered if I would be reunited with my brother soon. I glance back, and I see a long flowing black head of hair in relentless pursuit; it was like being chased by a really sexy black haired female Fabio; awkward I know… Seems like 100 laps now, I’m zigging, I’m zagging, I’m tired, it’s not looking good. I even pass by my exit point a few times, but cannot slow down and take the time needed to get through unscathed. Amidst the chaos, I hear a human yelling, “LISKA, MADISON, GET IN HERE! COME! GET INSIDE!” over and over again till finally the aggressors cease their pursuit unwillingly.
Then, just like it was before it began, silence and peace and I lived to tell the tale. Needless to say, I’ve taken precautionary measures to ensure I don’t wind up in this situation again. The food is too good to pass up and the risk is acceptable given the fact that I now have two exit strategies that can be negotiated at high speed. My brother would have been proud, may he rest in peace.
– Geary LeBell