Bunny here at the keyboard to share a rather unusual meeting I had over the weekend.
Saturday dawned sunny and nice for a March day and perfect for an adventure. However, Dad and Küster had training in the morning. When they got home we all piled into the van and went off to take a few pictures for Mom’s photo assignment of the day. It was a nice day out, but our drive wasn’t anything spectacular. I went to bed that night hoping that Sunday might bring something more adventurous our way.
When we woke up Sunday, there was more snow on the ground. It was windy and wet. Mom said it wasn’t fit for man or beast outside. I’m definitely certain that it wasn’t meant for me, then, since Greyhounds are a higher life form. Still, we were getting a little antsy and hoping for some kind of adventure. Then Dad announced that he wanted to go to Bass Pro. Küster and I both let Mom and Dad know that this was an excellent idea and soon it was decided that the four of us would go while Blueberry held down the couch and Morgan worked on her plans to save Timmy from the well.
Mother Nature was being, well, a synonym for a female dog, but we were determined to have our outing, so I bundled into my coat and we packed into the van and headed off. Soon enough, we found ourselves in the parking lot at Bass Pro. To our surprise, quite a few other cars were there in the parking lot. I guess when the going gets tough, the tough go to Bass Pro. We were pleasantly surprised to meet Dad’s brother, Mr. Trainer there with Miss J. They had actually come to Bass Pro to see if dogs were really allowed inside and had seen several. I’m pretty sure Drake and Titan will be shopping there soon, too.
As soon as we got to the front doors, I felt extra special. The doors magically opened and let me in. The only thing missing was fanfare. Mom and I walked in and Dad and Küster followed, but they got to the turnstile first because I was already being adored by the public in the entryway. Dad and The Infidel walked through first and the lady gave Dad three treats for Küs as they went through. Then Mom and I walked through. She fed me three treats and gave Mom a handful of them. Maybe I looked hungrier than Küster. Don’t worry, I shared a few with him, but not too many, because I really like those treats.
We walked along and admired the boat section. This is Dad’s favorite part of the store, so we always wander through. Dad has a dream that we’ll all live on a boat one day. I am not sure he wants to be cooped up on a boat with The Infidels, but I try not to burst his fragile bubble. Humans need dreams to cling to. After we admired the boats, we started walking through the fishing gear and Dad said he thought Küster was getting a little excited so they were going to go find a private area outside for a minute.
Mom and I weren’t worried about them finding us again, even though Bass Pro is a pretty big place, because Küster’s nose always finds Mom. We were free to wander about and see what we could find. This is where the story takes a turn. As we walked out of the fishing area towards the giant fish tank, we came across what I can only call an aberration of nature.
I began to be suspicious when I heard a little girl crying. The next thing I knew, Mom and I were standing in line for something, but there was a tall cabinet in the way and I couldn’t see what was going on, but it sounded like questionable activity. After a few minutes of standing, and no sign of Dad or Küs, I might add, we made our way around the corner of the cabinet. That’s when I saw it.
The people in front of us had a baby with them, and as we got up to a point where I could see, I saw the woman walk up to this giant rabbit and offer him her child. This did not look right to me. However, the baby sat there smiling and after a minute or two, the giant rabbit must have decided the sacrificial baby wasn’t good enough, because he gave it back to the woman. The next thing I knew, Mom was walking up and handing him my leash. Fortunately, she stayed close by and took a few pictures of the event. Notice again that there are no pictures of the Black Tornado with the giant rabbit. I think this is more because Dad is afraid of the rabbit than Küster is. I can’t be certain, though.
Fortunately, the rabbit decided not to keep me, either. He handed my leash back to Mom and she got a picture they took of us in an envelope. The giant rabbit told me to have a Happy Easter and said he’d bring me treats in my Easter basket. That’s when it hit me. I had a real, live experience with the Easter Bunny. I can’t say that a giant rabbit who brings you treats in a basket is all bad, even if he is a little weird.
After we left, we walked around the store and looked around. We had a lot of adoring members of the public to meet. We noticed that the bigger Küster gets, the less people want to pet him, even though he smiles at everybody. I think the most fun we had was meeting a little girl in a stroller who couldn’t even talk yet who loved petting us. She gave us both kisses and Küster kissed her back. It made her pretty happy.
Finally, Mom found the treats that they pass out at the door and got a tub of them for us to take home and share with Morgan and Blueberry. It was a a fun outing, even with the crazy rabbit encounter. I guess it just goes to show that sometimes adventure can sneak up on you, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take the chance to enjoy it.