A One Track Mind

I have a feeling that there's one way that living with Greyhounds has affected Morgan.  It appears that she's caught a healthy dose of rabbit fever.  We believe that she caught it early on, after she took a dive into the neighbors shrubs after one of the little pests one night. 

We have on particularly stupid rabbit living in our yard this year.  When he's not sitting right outside the turn out pen, he's lurking under a certain bayberry bush near the house.  Morgan knows where this rabbit likes to hang out.  In fact, she's so keen to get a shot at this rabbit that she will pretend that she needs to go outside to go potty to get a shot at him.

Saturday afternoon, Morgan and Mr. Taleteller were outside practicing their obedience.  Why they were out in the heat practicing and why they were walking past that bayberry bush are facts that are beyond me, but I do not try to understand the complicated workings of the male mind.  I just accept it for what it is.  Anyhow, they were outside practicing and Morgan was working quite intently on her heeling. 

The exact details of what happened next are a bit blurry.  The next thing my husband knew, they were headed for the bayberry bush and his left arm was three inches longer than the right.  Morgan finally emerged from the bush with white cottontail fur in her teeth.  I strongly suspect that neither Mr. Taleteller nor the rabbit knew what had hit them.

The Greyhounds have a whole new respect for Morgan now.  Whether the rabbit returns remains to be seen.  I just know that if I take Morgan out, I am not walking her past the bayberry bush!