There was this little bunny who has been around our yard since spring.  There were originally two that Mom knows of but the other was earlier dispatched.  Therefore Mom was overprotective of this one.  The yard was always cleared before we went out especially since the bunny had decided to live under our front porch.  In my defense, I will say that the bunny did crazy things all summer long.  It would zoom across the yard even when we were out there.  It would run from its protected area under the porch to outside the fence.  Keep in mind that we have a larger fenced back yard where the bun could have lived.  We seldom go back there.  But noooooo.

So Tuesday evening, Dad ran bunny out from under the porch.  If bunny was not removed, I have a tendency to bark instead of doing my business and Mom was convinced the barking made bunny do crazy stuff.  Anyway Bunny ran back in one time too many.  😦

Bunny is now hopping along the bunny trail.

~ Indy~

The TV had many flashbacks this weekend of late August 2005 when Hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf coast of the United States.  New Orleans and coastal Mississippi were hit particularly hard. The town of Bay St. Louis, Mississippi was battered by a 30 foot surge leveling beachfront neighborhoods.  It was in one of these neighborhoods that Nikki Moon, innkeeper of the Bay Town Inn, resided with her Scottie Maddie.  With the inn collapsing around her, Nikki, Maddie and two others escaped to a nearby oak tree.  For several hours, while the storm raged around them, Nikki with Maddie tucked under her along with the others, clung to what is now known as the Angel Tree.

 Niki rebuilt the Bay Town Inn; once again terriers are in residence but the old oak died so a local artist carved it into angels. It stands across from the inn, a sentinel on the shore.

Mom and I loved this story.  Hope you did too. ~ Lucy

Saturday Mom posted this picture on our Facebook page.

If you look closely, you will be able to see little teeth marks.  Brother has a bad case of  barrier frustration.  He can’t get at the squirrel, bunny, UPS truck, mailman or whatever is sending his intruder hormones over the top so he turns to our bed and gives it a good shaking.  He knows better too because he stops when Mom tells him.  He has also bitten holes in several of Mom’s quilts.  That door stays closed now.  Anyway, I find it totally disgusting.  If I have to do it, I just shake a toy.

Here is mastodon, Brother’s favorite toy.  He is at the Pet Hospital awaiting stitches.  This was not of my doing.

If Mom will let me have it, I’ll be nice. 🙂

Please. ~ Lucy

Saturday morning we received an unexpected surprise, a weather event.  We should have sensed something earlier when it was so warm and humid on our first perimeter check.  Not long after, the skies darkened; the rain, wind, thunder and lightning began.

The thunder and lightning were the worse.  Brother was beneath Mom’s chair and I took up residence under the desk.  I like close corners when it storms.

We are glad it didn’t last long.  What’s your take on stormy weather? ~ Indy and Lucy

You know how I love to play fetch with my little tug Mom made me.  We have to have a session every evening.

I let her know the game should begin by moving the tug closer to her because that is what she tells me to do…..closer, closer.

and then….oops.  BOL!  Love ya. ~ Lucy