Where the heck are the rabbits? What happened? Why are we here? I don’t understand? The other day I got picked up for doggy daycare and then the craziest, messed up thing happened. The doggy daycare lady took me somewhere I had never been. She had to carry me through the front door because the man told her I wasn’t allowed to walk? What? Wait. I just don’t get it. Why am I not allowed to walk? So we get in the elevator and I’ve been in one before but this one takes a lot longer and everything smells different and I just don’t get it. Angie, the daycare lady, knocks on a door and then WTF? There’s my Mom like nothing happened. I lick her face and run around to smell everything. Some things smell right but other things don’t smell right at all. I see some of my toys and Mom gives me some peanut butter.
My Mom’s friend, Chris, comes over and I know him because he took care of me when Mom traveled last week. They take me for a walk but there’s no grass just cement. Where am I supposed to go poop? Ahhhh, finally some little speck of grass. I do my business and we go back home. I’m really confused. Mom seems really busy unpacking and I’m just wandering around and then I realize there is this big huge window and I can see a bunch of stuff. Mom sees me looking out and then she opens the doors and I walk out and there are bars so I can’t walk out too far, only my head. It’s weird. I am outside but I’m kind not because I can’t get anywhere. Mom lets me back in and I’m so confused I just go lay down on the couch, a little while later she joins me and then we go to bed. I know this bed and I am comforted by the way my Mom holds me.
She can call all she wants. Give me a duck, anything.
The next day we go to a park. I don’t know this park. Where are the frickin’ rabbits? This is not the park I know. There are all these dogs hanging out with each other and that’s all fine and good but I want to find something to kill. What? Wait a minute. My Mom is not holding my leash. I run and run and run. I hear here calling me but I don’t care. “River”, “River”, “River”…I don’t give a rabbit’s ass. She can call all she wants. Give me a duck, anything. She finally catches me and she’s holding the leash again. We go back to that strange place and I head to my new favorite spot beside the balcony it’s the closet. It’s dark in there and everything smells familiar.
We go for another walk today was so cool, I find a partially eaten bagel with cream cheese. SCORE until my Mom rips it out of my mouth and throws it too far for me to snatch. We go into some store and they had moving stairs. I’m scared. They are moving up and I want to run back down but Mom doesn’t let me. We are back outside, OMG! I find all these yummy chicken wing bones but Mom keeps yanking them out of my mouth.
So now we are back at this strange place again. Maybe we are going to stay here. Maybe if I go to sleep for a bit and dream about chicken bones, bagels and cream cheese and rabbits when I wake up, things will be back to normal.
Author’s Note: Sniffed from the archives in honor of our 4th Rescueversary on April 22nd.