Friday, April 2, 2010

We're Under Attack!

Before I begin this tale, let me warn any young, impressionable puppies to avert their eyes.  We wouldn't want to be responsible for any nightmares they might have.  I also claim no fault for any wet pants that may occur in any of their people. 

Tuesday evening, Mr. Taleteller and I had to attend a dinner that was related to Mr. Taleteller's work.  That threw off our usual evening walk, much to the anger and frustration of Bunny and Blueberry.  When we arrived home, we decided to take the girls for a nighttime walk since it was rather mild out and soon we'll need to take nighttime walks anyway when the weather gets warmer later this week.

So, we went inside, let Lilac out to go to use the powder room, changed our clothes and shoes, harnessed Bunny up, grabbed the leashes and headed out.  The girls had their Pet Blinkers on and we were set for a nice, safe walk through the neighborhood.  It really was a lovely evening for a walk.

One of the things I like about our little town is that it has lots of trees and most of our walks are nicely shaded.  It's like living in Mayberry where kids ride their bikes without fear and people are neighborly.  At night, however, the lights do cast a lot of shadows and you really have to watch where you're going.  In autumn, it's easy to let your imagination run wild with you as all the leaves blow about.  Tuesday night was a reminder for us about how spooky walking at night can be.

Generally when we're walking, if Mr. Taleteller or I see a rabbit, squirrel or cat, we will say the name of the animal as a warning to the other so that we know to make sure we have a secure grip on the leash.  Greyhounds are sighthounds, after all, and sometimes their instincts get the better of them.  Most of the time they don't care, but we don't like to be careless, and in the springtime, young greyhounds' thoughts can lead to flights of fancy.  As we were walking past a pair of houses that's particularly difficult to see between, Mr. Taleteller said "rabbit" and I automatically turned to see where it was and to see whether Bunny had noticed it or not.  Then our conversation got interesting.

Mr. Taleteller:  Maybe it's a cat...

Me:  I see it!

I began to walk a little faster with Bunny to keep her from seeing it so that she wouldn't get distracted.

Mr. Taleteller:  Or maybe it's an attack cat!

Me:  What?  I think that's a rabbit...

Mr. Taleteller:  That's the biggest rabbit I've ever seen!

At this point, several things happened all at the same time.  Bunny noticed the rabbit coming towards us.  Mr. Taleteller and Blueberry passed by us as Bunny went on full alert, walking backwards to keep her eye on the approaching beast.  It had to be the biggest rabbit I've ever seen and it was now on the sidewalk and moving towards us very deliberately through the shadows.  Fight or flight instinct kicked in, only mine was for flight and Bunny's was for fight.  I mean, there had to be something seriously wrong with this giant rabbit.  Bunny was walking backwards as I tried hopelessly to convince her to move down the sidewalk with me.  Just when I thought we were goners, Bunny leaped up in the air like some sort of crazy attack kangaroo and began to spin around.  The beast crept out of the shadows into the light towards us and...

Me:  You goober!  It's a chihuahua!

Mr. Taleteller and Bluberry were a good half a block ahead of us by now and my sudden laughter finally made them halt and turn back to look at us.  By then, Bunny was trying her best to get the rather portly chihuahua to play with her and I was still laughing.  He followed us for several blocks, but was a little skittish himself.  I saw that he was wearing a collar and tags, so my guess is that his curiosity simply got the better of him.  We laughed about it the rest of the way home.  I did promise to mention in this story that at no time did Mr. Taleteller ever let out a girly scream.

I guess it's good to know that Bunny would protect me if my life was ever in jeopardy.  President Carter, I have a newfound respect for the terror you went through in that canoe so many years ago.  Too bad you didn't have a greyhound to protect you.  They're much better than the Secret Service!

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  1. Oh to have some video khoverage of THAT experience!

    Thanks fur the image I do have!


  2. Bunny, me thinks my mum just wet her pants and coffe just came up and out her nose. Then why she want to say I not housetrained. You know some of them chiwawas can be fierce like so I would be vewy afraid too.
    ps.thanks fothe clarification abot the harness...duh. can be a silly one.


  3. Bwa ha ha ha ha! You're the bee's knees, Bunny!

    That was a really scary chihuahua...

  4. Oh, what a relief. I thought it was going to turn out to be a giant, killer squirrel, out for revenge. Sometimes I dream about that...

    wags, Lola

  5. Ha ha! That reminds me of when the hunting dog down the street went on point when she saw Mango. Thought it was a deer I suppose.

    Mango Momma

  6. Laughing. Great story.

    As you know, we live in a fairly isolated area. During season, many houses are rented by vacationers, but the rest of the year, we have our area to ourselves. Walking the Herd one day on a dense, foggy day, the Herd suddenly all freezes and looks into the woods. Come on, I urge. Suddenly, I hear a large animal crashing through the woods - away from us, but did I say large? Ok, Mr. Taleteller, you may not have let out a girly scream, but let's say the hu-dad was doing some mighty quick walking back to the house.

  7. LOL! You have to beware of those Chihuahuas!! I hope the one you found didn't look like that picture! I think I would still be scared even after I realized it was a dog! :p

  8. Whew... I was afraid that the squirrels had mutated and gotten HUGE!!
    Have you signed up for lots of the GABE blog pressie give aways yet?? I want to win all of them!!

  9. I read your story even though I am Most Impressionable. Once I started reading, I couldn't stop. And then when I was starting to get REALLY scared...Whew! Am I ever glad it turned out to be a chihuahua! Did you ask him if he knew Twinkie?

    Wiggles & Wags,

  10. Ok, now I get it! Figures it was a Chi. Little troublemakers. ;)

  11. BOL!!!LOL!!

    Too funny!

    Dory & Mama

  12. Haaaa!
    Sounds like a scary episode with a funny end!
    I imagine you all there!
    Kisses and hugs

  13. What an adventure that walk was. Looks like a KISS wannabe.... Glad you got home safe.

  14. Hahaha! I have no idea what you're talking about re President Carter and the canoe, but the rest of the tale was hilarious! Your Mr Taleteller sounds a lot like OH!

  15. wow, my heart was like totally beating fast! i'm super glad it wasn't a killer rabbit!!
    grrreat story!
    the booker man

    pee s -- my verification wordie was "excat". bwuahahaha!

  16. Chihuahuas, and rabbits, and things that go bump in the dark. Great story!


  17. Oh my goodness, that was pretty funny! Nothing like a good scare to get some zip into your stride! ;)

    Also, thanks for visiting my blog 'Spacial Peepol' and the wonderful comment. Much appreciated. To answer your question, no the greyhound is a very large statue once put out by Sandicast for outdoor use. It is out there year round and I really love it. I think it fits in very nicely. Thanks again and Happy Easter!

  18. Go Bunny, protecting your family like that. Is there anything you can't do? xx Major

  19. Wasn't me! BOL What a Chihuahua shot!

  20. Hi,

    What a fun blog! We saw you at GABE and we would like to be your friends!

    Come by and see us!

    Riley and Star.


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