Deb:
The look on Freckles’ face when she emerged from under my son’s jacket was priceless. “Stunned” didn’t even begin to describe it. Her fur was drenched through and she shook herself to release the drops of rain that still clung to her back and feet.
Freckles is not a bun who accepts change easily. One minute she had been enjoying the sunshine in the tall green grass of the backyard, and the next she was snatched up, thrust into a jacket, and plopped unceremoniously onto the living room floor. Wet and scraggly, she glared up at me with a look that told me who was going to be blamed for this fiasco!
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It would be hard for me to imagine Freckles with any expression on her freckly face but her placid disapproval!
Well, of course this was all your fault, right?
and rabbits have long memories ;-)
You serve the food, you must be in charge of weather and transportation as well......
I agree with Carrieann...Freckles will remember this. At least, until the next piece of banana comes her way.
I had no idea you had such powewss , hehehheI'd like mowe snow and less wain pleez
smoochie kisses
ASTA
well, it is always the mom's fault. we're just sayin........
There is going to be some revenge here in this story .... Heee Heeee .... poor Deb.
Uh oh.. And Freckles is going to disapprove even more when you attempt to dry her!! There's going to be LOTS of making up to do here!
Disappointed Freckles ((( I can't imagine this )
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