We got a visit from him last night. (well, Rowan says she did, anyway, and at 14, what she says... goes).
Rowan... The little old lady... would like to personally thank the Easter Bunny for the unscheduled, but none the less appreciated, visit last night. She was thrilled to find her treasure. Quite pleased with herself, actually. She's a big fan of the "free egg" holidays in life. The fact that the Easter Bunny is obviously confused if he's visiting on Halloween is no problem for her. She's half the time as confused as he is. Kindred spirits, one could say.
I am unkind, however. Old age brings privileges - one of which is evening chores. Yes. They're a privilege. The dogs all love to go. Usually it's Stan, and one of the kids, and Rowan. She doesn't have to go, but she insists on it. Evening chores are basically a free romp at the barn. Little for a dog to do, so they spend their time sniffing and exploring, generally (and eating sheep poop). Rowan says this is her kinda job.
Last night she got a bonus. A visit from the Easter Bunny. Of course the fact that she stole the fresh egg off the barrel where I'd set it and left us baffled for a good 5 minutes is irrelevant. Finders Keepers! (Easter Bunny. She's a big fan!)
The only thing that gave her away... actually... Was her rather smug look. She was quite pleased with herself. Smiling, actually. Well... Smiling as much as a dog *can* smile while carrying around an egg one has stolen without breaking it and yet concealing it in ones mouth from ones people. Hiding it from ones people who, I might add, who were puzzled about the disappearance of said egg. Yes. She was very pleased with her find. If dogs could actually laugh, she'd be the kid giggling loudly while hiding behind the drapes with their feet sticking out during a game of hide and seek. The thief! And she didn't even crack the egg! (I carried it back to the house. She got it for dinner. Finder's keepers!)
Old dogs crack me up. Seriously.
[Note from the blogger: I originally wrote this on October 30, 2010 and distributed email to several lists I am on. I am going thru my stories and posting ones I think people will enjoy as I come across them. Rowan passed away earlier this year. The photo is of Stan (L) and Rowan this spring.]
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing--this story warms my heart. Our Ginger also claimed her privileges as well. She would claim white styrofoam take-home boxes as her own. She'd stand in front of the fridge until the box was opened and she claimed a morsel of choice. Then she'd take her treat to her bed to savor it in peace.
One of the best parts of getting old is having special privileges!!!
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