Towards the end of last week, we had an unfortunate incident at our house. Mr. Taleteller had work obligations which meant he couldn’t do the usual lunchtime turnout for the dogs. He came by in the late afternoon when his meeting was over and was in a hurry to let the girls out.
When he got out of the car, there was a rabbit sitting next to the turn out pen. He ran it off because he knew it was going to be a distracting problem sitting right there. As a matter of fact, the irreverent squatter had to be run off twice. Finally satisfied, he hurried inside and got Bunny and Flattery, who no doubt had yellow eyeballs by then.
By the time they got back to the pen, the rabbit was back and Mr. Taleteller was really getting annoyed. He let the girls inside and they hurried in to take care of business. In a perfect show of body language for when a dog is “in odor” as my husband calls it, Bunny went from looking for a place to take care of business and snag a bite of sweet grass through the fence to a dog on a mission. Her body turned 180 degrees and she bee lined right for the spot where the rabbit had been sitting.
Sure enough, there was a nest of baby rabbits started right at the edge of the turnout pen. Before my husband could even open his mouth, Bunny made one disappear. He said it happened so fast that if he’d have blinked, he would have missed it. They were tiny newborns, and Mr. Taleteller acted fast enough to get the girls out of the pen right away. Morgan and Küster were leash walked in the side yard and then Mr. Taleteller moved the entire turnout pen about ten feet away from where it had been.
Moving the pen solved the immediate problem, and the baby rabbits seem to double in size every day. They are a safe distance from our path to the turn out pen and we figured in a couple of weeks they would hop off on their merry way and life would return to normal, or at least, normal for us.
To our surprise, we now have a new problem. Bunny seems to think she needs to go out every few minutes. When you have a dog who is mildly incontinent, you can’t take chances. It’s a bit suspicious, though, when we go out and she veers away from the path to the pen. There is no subtlety in the way she heads straight toward that rabbit nest. There no denying it. She knows it’s out there, and she wants to get it. So far, we’ve been refusing to take her over that way and forcing her to go in the turnout pen, even though she sometimes gives us a blast of stink eye.
I’m not sure who is going to win the battle of wits in this one. If we’re lucky, the rabbits will move on soon and it will be a moot point. You have no idea how persistent a senior hound on a mission can be.