I found these photos a few years ago while doing a search for rabbit pictures. These were from a fashion shoot using rabbits as props. At first you get the impression that this had to have been a case of photoshopping, but there was a whole series of photos showing the process of getting the rabbits and the model just where the photographer and associated personnel wanted for the desired effects for the shoot. I was delighted to see so many bunnies in one place, but I'd hate to have been the rabbit wrangler. I lost the documentation on these photos, so I'm unable to give proper credit at present. I'd like to find it because I'd like to view the behind-the-scenes photos again. If I track it down, I'll post it later. In the meantime, enjoy the bunnies.
These pictures remind me of a dream I had shortly after we got our first two rabbits back in 2001. I went to feed the buns and as I opened the cage door, the two rascals escaped--along with innumerable other bunnies! It was like those clown cars in the circus where so many clowns just keep coming out of the tiny car. In desperation, I watched as rabbits hopped all over the place and I wondered how I was ever going to catch them. I got the bright idea to get large butterfly nets and swoop them up. I guess it worked--I woke up before I saw the end results. The last thing I remember was having all the family members help me frantically chase rabbits all over the house and yard with long-handled butterfly nets.
A fine specimen(note the dirt on her nose from digging in the yard)
Dixie, our year-old Labrador Retriever, has turned out to be one obsessed chewing machine. Yes, we'd been warned. We'd heard stories from Labrador-owing friends. We knew that we could not leave her unattended until she matured somewhat and that she would require watching pretty much 24/7 if not in her crate or tied out. We thought we could take precautionary measures to prevent a lot of the chewing damage and also outsmart her. Well, a big Ha! Ha! to that. Of course, she rarely tears up anything when we are watching. The havoc begins whenever we go inside for some necessary reason.
So far, some of the things she has chewed (make that destroyed) include:
--aheavy duty outdoor extension cord for the power tools used while we were dismantling the old outbuilding on our property. She did this while on her tie-out. Thankfully, it was not plugged in.
--the padding that covers the springs around the edge of the trampoline
--fishing rods, reels, and associated fishing accessories. It does not matter where these things are; she finds them, anyway. Admittedly, she was off the tie-out and got into the garage when these fishing items were destroyed. I worry about her ingesting fish hooks that could have been left on the lines, but she seems fine.
--a garden hose. Saturday she managed to get her mouth on the garden hose. It is in pieces. Looks like it has been nicely sliced into small sections of varying sizes. Part of what is left can be used as a soaker hose due to the little perforations made by her teeth.
Some Dixie damage
I do not know how she managed to reach those things. I even moved the trampoline several feet away from its usual location in anticipation of her doing something ridiculous to it. Because we obviously cannot trust her to run loose in the backyard unattended (or attended for that matter--more on this later), she is on a 20-foot tie-out which I have personally checked for things within her reach. Moving things that could potentially be inside the 20-foot radius and adding on extra distance for dog body length and dog arm reach, I felt that she could not possibly reach things that she has since managed to chew, mangle, shred, eat, or otherwise destroy. On several occasions I have also asked John to check the reach of Dog-on-Tie-out. He, too, has failed.
The list goes on.
--a tree. Monday she demolished a little pot-grown maple tree that we've been petting for two years and strew the potting soil all over the back patio while she was on her tie-out. We planned to planted it somewhere in the front yard this year, but hadn't decided where to put it. Well, no need to worry about it now. In addition to the tree, she has also managed to wreck...
--severallarge plastic flower pots that I usually grow tomatoes in (none planted this year, thank goodness)
What's left of the tree
Tree parts and potting soil
Flower pot remains and other Dixie damage
--a lawn chair. Several years ago, our daughter found those molded plastic lawn chairs in lime green--a color she was fond of at the time--so we bought some for the back yard. With the passage of time, they have gone to Chair Heaven for various reasons, except for one particularly hardy one which has seen better days. Now, thanks to Dixie, it is just about on its last leg and probably knocking on the Pearly Gates. She has managed to chew several of the back supports. I have not found the pieces. Hmm.
The old, wounded, lime green lawn chair
This makes me wonder about her digestive system. She shows no signs of any internal problems. The vet told me that she has rather cast-iron innards, but I wonder what is lurking in those intestines. Which reminds me--the blankets...
--several old blankets that we put in her crate for warmth and comfort back during the winter. Her crate is in the garage because she does not have house privileges. Wonder why? One blanket covered the exterior of the crate and two others were inside to make her a nice comfy bed. She didn't bother them at all for quite some time, then I noticed she was chewing them a bit. Then I found them in pieces and large sections of binding were missing. I won't go into any details of how we found the bindings; just know that they were recycled into pieces up to a foot or so in length and deposited in her favorite potty spots in the yard.
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--a tire swing. For years we had ("had" being the key word) one of those plastic tire-shaped swings for the kids hanging on the sycamore tree. I noticed today that it was on the ground. She did not chew it up, but I cannot figure out what fun she must have been having to have broken the 3/4 inch nylon rope it was hanging from. I guess the rope was old and rotten and would not take much stress, but what was she doing with the swing? Whatever it was, she must have done it Saturday when she was chewing up the hose and tearing up the trampoline padding.
Guilty dog trying to get away
This is just the short list of her accomplishments. Here she is looking guilty.
I really wanted to thrash her when I found the little tree had been destroyed. I had to fight the urge to beat her with it. And then there are the times when she is just the sweetest, most well-behaved puppy. All 75 pounds of her. Obedience class did worlds of good for her, except when something distracts her. Which is about every 30 seconds. Did I mention that we have squirrels who visit the yard because of the two pecan trees? They are perpetual Dixie attention getters.
Chewing on one of her favorite toys
She has some sort of allergy that caused her to develop seborrhea. Steroid shots; two weeks of two huge pills twice a day that she initially took willingly in peanut butter, then got smart and devised various ways to make it difficult for us to medicate her; and twice weekly baths with special shampoo from the vet. You'd think being a retriever, she'd love the water. Not so. Once I have finished bathing her, I feel as though I am the one having the therapeutic shampoo treatment. Ah, so much for the Labrador Water Dog.
Later: When she is off her tie-out, one of her favorite games to play is take-a-flying-leap-and-hit-Melissa-broadside-in-mid-air. What a wonderful feeling to look up and see 75 pounds of Labrador hurling itself obliquely at you. You get a sort of glancing blow to the chest. She thinks this is great fun, regardless of how much scolding ensues. Most of the time I see her coming. Most of the time. Thankfully, she does not think to do this often.
And more later: One day I was sitting in a lawn chair (a white version of the molded plastic kind) and she decided to run and jump into my lap, knocking me over backwards. John managed to catch the back of the chair so that he could let me, dog, and chair down gently so that I would not crack my skull on the concrete, but she gave me a thorough face licking in the process. A few weeks later, after having finished some lawn mower repairs, John was letting her run about the yard and he thought to have a few relaxing moments in the hammock while she played. Dixie was being good and amusing herself by snooping around the yard. She decided to amuse herself to a greater degree by joining John in the hammock....It is not dull with the Dixie Dog around.
I enjoy art and like to look for it in the natural world. My craft interests include handspinning and most of the fiber arts, especially knitting, weaving, and working with paper. Other important things are my family and friends, my pets, nature, literature, poetry, music, history, birding, star gazing, museums...and the list goes on. In other times and places, I've been an archaeologist, taught anthropology, and worked in a living history museum, so I find all sorts of things to hold my interest and keep me entertained. I hope to share some of these things with you.