“Some bunny thinks she’s the Easter bunny,” I told my tiny pup Junie B. this morning.
She responded with a little snort and what looked to be a laugh.
We’d awakened not too bright and early to the sounds of snow plows sailing down our street after yet another snow storm.
Junie B. was thinking we should start our Easter Party today after tearing open a bag of Easter basket goodies.
“What do you think about going to the sunrise Easter service tomorrow morning down at the beach?” I asked her. “It could be a little chilly with that 12 degree low by morning.”
I don’t know if Junie B. understood me.
But I do know for sure that Junie B. growled as she ran back to the crate and quickly slammed the door.
I think our long winter may be getting the best of both of us.
And believe me that’s no April Fool’s joke.