This week as we’ve been getting ready to celebrate Easter with friends and family, I was reminded about an Easter in the past. Easter was the first photo opportunity event we celebrated with our first Greyhound, Treat, many years back. She was our Christmas present to ourselves not long after we moved into our house after several years of newlywed apartment living.
However, the timing of her adoption was such that we didn’t bring her home until a few days after Christmas. We started taking her to local meet and greets so that she could still socialize with other Greyhounds. By the time Easter rolled around that April, we were totally smitten with our new girl and excited about getting her picture taken with the Easter Bunny.
The photos were a fund raiser for our adoption group and we also had a meet and greet that day. We had just purchased her first fancy collar and were thrilled that it arrived just in time for her pictures that day. Of course, we weren’t the only Greyhound people there, nor were we the only ones getting a picture taken.
There was a line, and Treat’s friend Zulu was in line just ahead of us. He was newly retired as well, and just like Treat, he was the first Greyhound in his family. He was a gorgeous white hound with one red spot around his eye and ear. I was smitten with how good looking he was and we were enjoying sharing company with his family as we waited.
Soon, it was Zulu’s turn to go up and pose with the Easter Bunny. His human walked him up and handed his leash to the giant rabbit and then hurried out of the way. The Easter Bunny looked at the camera, and Zulu made his move. He leaped up with a loud bark and grabbed that giant rabbit by the face, pulling the furry head almost completely off the poor, unsuspecting employee they’d stuffed inside the costume. Zulu wasn’t letting go, either. His humans hurried out and grabbed him, and then he walked docilely away, the rabbit forgotten.
Treat stood watching it all with unusually large eyes. When I made to take her up there, she put on the brakes and told me there was no way she was getting close to that thing. We begged and pleaded and finally cajoled her into posing for a picture, but she wasn’t thrilled about it. Every once in awhile, I come across that picture and have a good laugh.
To this day, I’m not sure if it was the fact that it was a rabbit, that it looked like an enormous stuffed toy or that Zulu thought the thing was unnatural that set him off. I do know that I will always think of him at Easter time and wonder if he’s chasing rabbits in the sky. I guess you should never trust a giant rabbit.