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The Easter Bunny in NWO? Never!

This last weekend was something the two-leggers call Easter. When I asked Elizabeth about it, she said, “It means different things to different people. For some like Mom and I, it’s all about how God gave His forgiveness to people who accept Him and turn their lives over to Him. To others, it is a holiday in which they celebrate the arrival of Spring, hide eggs and candy for children and say that the Easter Bunny did it.”

This gave me pause for thought. I know a bunny. He lives underneath our walkway and steals food from Kay’s garden. He’s a rascal, but he’s fun to chase. He runs much faster than I can, so it’s a bit of a game between us. I don’t know how anyone could possibly be gullible enough to believe that he could somehow get into the house, open the door to the humming cold box, steal eggs and then paint them – for that’s what the Easter Bunny does before he hides the eggs. He paints them!

I like eggs. But I like to eat them. Bit of a waste painting them up pretty for me just to crack them to smithereens and eat the good stuff inside. And I’m not much for candy at all. Maybe a cookie… I love bacon & cheese cookies…

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Oh! Pardon me. I’m drooling!

Where was I…

Ah yes, and as for Spring? Well… To be honest, I’d rather it never came. I love Winter. I love snow.

About forgiveness? Well, I guess maybe I could use some a lot of that. I know that when Elizabeth tells me to come, I should come. But so often there are things going on that I feel are much more important, so I let her call on. And I’ve started … errff … chasing growly beasts again. I know I’m not supposed to. I know it stresses Elizabeth out. I know. But those growly beasts! They just beg to be run off the planet! Horrible, noisy, stinky things … except, of course, when I’m riding in one. Then they’re kinda fun. ~:o/=

Good Friday night, I got thinking about how bad I’ve been lately and I felt really sad about it. I wondered if God would forgive me. I wondered if He loves dogs, too. I remembered that wise two-leggers have a maxim, “Love me, love my dog.” I found that very comforting as I lay in my run brooding. If God loves two-leggers, then He must love Kay and Elizabeth. If He loves them, then He must love me, too!

As I came to this conclusion, a curious thing happened. The wind began to roar. I mean really roar loudly. And the trees all around my house began to bend and creak. It made me a bit nervous, so I went into my house to spend the night. It just felt safer. Inside is always better when a bit of weather comes, and I could smell the weather closing in as I drifted off to sleep.

While I slept, I had a dream. I was chasing the bunny over the snow. We came to a deep, deep hole and the bunny disappeared into it. I dug snow into the hole plugging it up so he couldn’t get out again.

These trees are mere cloud ticklers compared to the ones in my dream.

These trees are mere cloud ticklers compared to the ones in my dream.

Then the trees began to sway back and forth until they were tearing big holes in the clouds. Snow started to fall so thickly from the holes in the clouds that I had trouble finding my way through the woods to home. I heard Elizabeth in the distance, calling me, “STELLA! … STELLLAAA! … STELLA, COME!”

I knew I had to go to her, but the snow had become so deep that it was very difficult to move. I sat for a minute, summoning up all my strength, and then I leapt…

OUCH

I’d hit my head on my dog house door frame.

The path and bridge to my house on Saturday morning. My castle moat is full...

The path and bridge to my house on Saturday morning. My castle moat is full…

I got up, stretched and went outside to see who was coming down the path to my house. It was morning, and everything was white with freshly fallen snow! Elizabeth was calling good morning to me, camera and leash in hand. I couldn’t help but wag my tail. Snow everywhere and a walk! From now on, I promised, I’m going to try to be a very good girl. No Easter Bunny for me!

... to overflowing!

… to overflowing!

Even though the wind was still very strong, it was not very cold. We had a lovely walk down the Little Gravel Path. We saw a growly beast go by on the Big Gravel Path. I looked up at it, but I didn’t even strain at the leash. I was a good girl.

When we got to the end of our path, Elizabeth told me to come to her, and I did. She unclipped my leash and gave me the usual, “Let’s go home and eat!” command, which means, “Run like the wind and if you beat me, I’ll give you a bowl of food!” Of course, this kind of race is serious, so I make sure I always win!

Look at our Little Gravel Path this morning! Winter is back! YAY! BOL, BOL, BOL!

Look at our Little Gravel Path this morning! Winter is back! YAY! BOL, BOL, BOL!

I ran off, but I stopped to look back several times to make sure Elizabeth was safe. That’s my job, after all. I’m good at my job. ~:oP=

But halfway down the hill to the two-legger house, I was feeling so good that I thought it would be fun to play a little trick on Elizabeth. Just a fun little surprise… you know. In the spirit of the day.

A fun trick needs to be planned very carefully so that no one is hurt in the process and also, in this case, it needed to be executed perfectly to succeed. So, I spent a little time in advance making sure I had all the angles covered.

A fun trick needs to be planned very carefully so that no one is hurt in the process and also, in this case, it needed to be executed perfectly to succeed. So, I spent a little time in advance making sure I had all the angles covered.

Sadly, I was so excited that I think I may have given my intentions away…

The tail wag and goofy grin kinda gives me away...

The tail wag and goofy grin kinda give me away…

I went for it anyway. When Elizabeth walked up and was right beside me, I POUNCED! We had a fun tussle and then I let her put my leash back on (THAT is the ultimate in being good!). We arrived at the door to the two-legger house together. She gave me a bowl of food even though, for the first time ever, we tied in our race home.

The ultimate in perfection, for what could be more perfect than making tracks with your best friend in freshly fallen snow?

The epitome of perfection, for what could be more perfect than making tracks with your best friend in freshly fallen snow?

 

 

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Something happened last week. Something bad.

Elizabeth went off to work on Wednesday, and she didn’t come back.

I was worried sick. I know she can look after herself, but what if something bad happened and she needed me and I wasn’t there? Why didn’t she come home?

Kay and Malcolm were home. They didn’t seem worried. That comforted me a bit for a while. Then I remembered that often two-leggers are less sensitive to their environment and the lurking dangers in it than we Great Newfenees are.

I began to feel like I had failed in my job to keep Elizabeth safe.

Thursday went by and still she didn’t come home.

Friday came and, again, it was Malcolm who fed me, gave me my chicken balls and put me to bed for the night.

Then, just as I had drifted off to a sleep full of dreams of wolves chasing Elizabeth through the forest, I was rudely awakened by lights as they shone through my run and the sound of a strange growling machine. Then I heard Elizabeth laughing and saying goodbye to the two-legger she’d ridden home with. I think it was Shelley, one of Elizabeth’s Word on the Water friends. She didn’t stay to visit.

Before long Elizabeth was in my run with me to give me a big goodnight hug.

“Where have you been?” I asked. “I’ve been worried sick!”

“I was in Thunder Bay for a seminar on operating festivals,” I was too glad to see her to prevent her from giving me another big hug. “I’ll show you some photos in the morning,” she said.

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Well, the photos may prove she was in Thunder Bay…. I don’t know. I’ve never been there (Not likely to go ever, either, since its almost 500 km away. That’s human kms. It’s nearly 3500 dog kms away. That’s just too far to go for anything.). But I don’t know about the seminar thing. Her photos are all sunrise pictures. And I detect the lingering scent of Bulldog on her….

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