|Mother Lumper |
All my stars to the bunny that stood upright to get picked up.
|Corpus Delectable |
Don't bunnies already jump? It's not like you have to train them, right? What's next, a dogs-pissing-on-hydrants contest?
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|Caminante Nocturno |
Sweep the leg, bunny!
Dammit, PoETV, now I want a bunny.
|Binro the Heretic |
"Stop making me jump so high, asshole! My heels don't have padding like yours do, primate, it hurts when I land!"
Seriously, this is why their distant cousins, the horses, evolved to walk on their tip-toes.
AWWW! WOOKIT DA WIDDLE BOONY! ISSO CYOOOOOT!
Now I miss my old Bun-bun. :(
You know the second the leash would come off, those bunnies would be the fuck out of there.
Binro the Heretic
Depends on how much they love their owner. We let old Bun-bun loaf on the porch and go down into the yard without a lead or even a fence around the yard.
Once, a little terrier mix dog from the neighborhood wandered into our yard. Bun-bun charged off the porch and made a serious attempt to eat his face. The dog took of yowling blue murder. Bun-bun chased him to the edge of the yard and came back up on the porch.
We had a similar bun-bun. He would chase our Chesapeake Bay Retriever around the yard, and she would take it as long as my dad was around, until one day, bun-bun ended up lifeless in the garage and my mom had to explain to my sister that bun-bun had to go to heaven.
If there were a big furry dog name Johannes Brahms chasing after the bunnies while Charles Grodin screams, would it be a decent movie?
I liked seeing them mentally prepare for some of the jumps. Or they were waiting to be forced to. Either way.
Inspirational. In some ways, we are all leashed bunnies attempting to overcome the silly-looking hurdles in our lives.
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