It's Bunny Day!

We interrupt today's Wordless Wednesday post to wish a certain little blue fawn Greyhound the very happiest of birthdays.  It's hard to believe that she's four years old.  We feel so lucky to have her as a part of our lives.

Most people who have followed our blog for a while know the basic facts about Bunny.  Her racing name is Bank on Benefit and she was born into a litter of eight puppies.  I don't believe that any of them are as tiny as she is.  She went to schooling with her littermates, but never races and was retired at eighteen months old.  The truth of the matter is that she had much more important things to do.  She healed a huge hole in my heart and in our pack that was left when Treat passed away.  Hawk had quit eating, Blueberry was pensive as she watched over me and Lilac was, well, Lilac.  Not much fazes her! 

I look back to that day when we brought her home after a three week wait that seemed like forever.  I didn't think I could love another dog the way I loved Treat, but Bunny didn't get the memo.  If I'm really honest, Bunny may be even better than Treat was, but that's hard to admit.  Treat was rotten, a total diva, and while Bunny is spoiled, she doesn't demand it like Treat did.  There's just an innate sweetness to Bunny that's a bit hard to describe. 

That's not to say that sweetness is the only trait she possesses.  She's a funny little dog, and sometimes you can see the sparkle in her eye when she's playing with you.  For such a tiny Greyhound, she has the amazing ability to weigh five hundred pounds when she's comfortable in your spot on the bed.  She's the tap dancer of joy in the kitchen when I arrive home from being gone.  Bunny is fearless, whether it's climbing rocks on hiking trails or running full tilt at the dog park while dogs three times her size thunder after her.  She never backs down from a challenge.  There's never a time when she's not ready to go and do something, no matter what it is.  She's adapting to living with Morgan, who has appointed herself Bunny's personal bodyguard, which leaves Bunny free to be my bodyguard.  She's a tiny Greyhound with big dreams.

She was even sweet enough to agree to postpone her birthday celebration a bit while we fuss over Blueberry after her surgery today.  That's not to say that we won't be celebrating.  As a matter of fact, we started a little early with a run at the dog park last night where Bunny once again led all the other dogs on a merry chase when she decided to make a couple of laps around the dog park.  Not a single dog there could catch her, and I think she was quite proud of that fact.

There will be cake and presents, if Blueberry feels up to joining us, and if not, we'll just have the cake on Thursday.  We'll definitely be celebrating!  The truth of the matter is that we're the ones who really got a gift today, in a tiny blue fawn fur coat.  So, while we wait for news on Miss Blueberry, please join us in wishing Bunny the happiest of birthdays!

Bunny's portrait from Furtography by Mark Caughel