Crash! Bang! Boom!

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Yukon here~  As you well know, I'm a big feller....and sometimes things near me just seem to fall down, even when I don't think I even touched them....well, today it was mom's big bunny cage with the little bunny cage inside it.  I was just playing ball on the porch, since it was rainy, pushing the ball into and out of the dog house and up the outside wall, like I generally do.  But this morning, the ball got stuck between the doghouse roof and the new big pen.  When I tried to get the ball un-stuck, mom's cage fell down all by itself....it just collapsed.

I got out of there as quick as I could, but Gretchen was still sniffing the damage when mom came running....Gretchen caught the blame for that one, but I'm not so sure mom was right.....but hey, looks like I got a break in the "who's fault is it" game.  I'll take that!!!!  Anyway, mom was just happy that the new rabbit didn't get hurt.  Once she calmed down and started fixing the wreckage, she sort of told dad that it was a good thing this happened when the humans were there to fix it.  I tried to come out and help, but they said no and closed the bathroom window.  Dad also told me "NO" about coming out through the closed office window.  Sheesh!  I thought the whole point of fixing the window with plexi-glass was so it wouldn't cut me the next time I used the office window for an escape hatch....but it seems the humans have other ideas.  Dunno why.

When they finally let me out, there was nothing left for me to help them with, so I offered to let them play ball with me.  I got the "not now, Yukon" excuse.  Anyhoo, the rabbit is loose in the big pen with the door to her cage open so she can hop back inside whenever she wants to.  I don't mind trading sniffs with the bunny, but she doesn't run, so there's no sense in trying to chase her.  How Boring!  What good is a rabbit that doesn't run?  Still, mom likes to hold her, says Stella is velvety.  At least she's got a cool name, Miss Stella.  Better than Honey-Bunny, I guess.

Yerz, Yukon C. Jack

idiot free to roam at ARBA

(off topic--ARBA is the National Bunny Convention--held here in Indy this year)
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 Gosh, it was like being in bunny disneyland!!! The sensation of being in the midst of all these fantabulous rabbits was sensory overload. I just wandered in a daze glancing at random rabbits in various rows, not really knowing what I was looking at. I mostly got vague impressions of body shape and activity levels, a blur of colors, shifting patterns. So much energy and people talking. Tension. Excitement.

Of course I didn't know anyone, until I got to the Angora section. There was Betty Chu's name on a cage card! Wow! a Rabbit Rock Star! I even glimpsed her getting one of her rabbits and taking it off to the grooming area. She was all business and I didn't feel like bothering her. I did chat with a few tourists. There was an English Angora that had everyone's attention because she was playing with a set of plastic keys, throwing them, digging them with her front paws and flinging them behind her. The owner had written a phone number on the cage card, so I impulsively called it. She was only a few feet away, returning one rabbit from the grooming area and taking another.

I asked if I could watch her groom the rabbit, which surprised her but she said okay. Donna was very patient with my questions and showed me how to groom the little oily area behind the ears with cornstarch and how to use corn starch to remove webs. Seeing how powerful the blower was and how strong it had to be to get through 6 inch fur was amazing....all the bands of color on each hair shaft made a sort of bulls-eye wherever the blower was parting the fur. Even though she'd finished with the blow out, Donna let me touch the coat, feel how soft it was. I felt like crying, it was so soft, so beautiful. My husband joined up about then, eager to talk about toys and tools of the trade, making suggestions on where to get surgical scissors, and what-not. 

We wandered over to the junior's area and I eavesdropped on all the show advice that people were just thrilled to give each other and the kids. A lot of the competition edge was reduced in favor of education and improvement....I was finally where I fit in!!!!

Oh, the reason I called myself an idiot in the title.....there were some guys with a Checkered Giant letting it run back and forth along an empty judging table. I suggested to them that their rabbit really had a secret ambition to be an agility rabbit. They looked at me like I was from Mars and said they'd keep it in mind. (Bad enough) But then I noticed it had identical patches on both sides!!! Wow! That was so cool....now the guys looked around, hoping I had a handler near-by to come haul me away. That was when I noticed a whole row of Giant Checkers who ALL had identical patches on both sides.....uhm, never-mind......do you think "that's" why they are called Checkers?


Later, I discovered that part of Checker judging involves watching them hop 3X down the judges table.  Those guys were just pre-judging a rabbit, possibly talking sale....and I interrupted.  Sorry, folks.

Somethin's Up!

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~Yukon here~
Somethin is UP and I don't like it.  Mom didn't give Sal any breakfast....or let her have a drink after watching Sal do her business.  After a while, mom jumped up, grabbed her keys and a leash, then was out the door with Sal and didn't let me come along for the ride!  Well, that's just not right.  If anybody takes a ride, I'm the first one in the truck.

Then, to make matters even odder, mom came back by herself.  What did she do to Sally?  Why didn't she bring Sally home?  If there's a cone involved, I'm outta here.  Yerz, Yukon-no-kone

Bunny show

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Mom came home last night, almost too tired to dump kibble in the bowl.  She had been walking around bunnies all day....some big deal rabbit show, I guess.  She talked nice to the bun brothers, but she didn't touch them until she washed her hands three times with different soaps.  I sniffed her.  Her hands weren't even dirty!  They just smelled like a million and one rabbits.

Anyhow, she DIDN'T bring home any new bunnies!  I'm so proud of my mom....I know she wanted to bring home everyone that talked to her.  That's just how our mom is....if it looks at her "just so" she wants to bring it home for forever.  Same thing with puppies at the shelter.  and dogs in the alley.

Barking of which, there's a new dog trolling the alley and I DO NOT LIKE HIM< Sam-I-AM.  He's a tall collie-type dog with cream colored fur, a real fancy-boy....not to mention he's still got his gonads, and proud of it.  He's all trying to tell me I'm the lesser dog, just cause I'm inside a fence and neutered!  Ha!  Wait until Animal Care and Control gets ahold of HIM!  He'll be whistlin Dixie out of the other side of his muzzle!
 Yerz, but growlin, Yukon

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Pit Bull Awareness Day Exstravaganza

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Well, all, Yukon here~
Yesterday was Pit Bull Awareness Day with a big parade and photo op in Indy.  I helped mom at her booth.  We were parked right beside the parade starting point.  Mom had me sit beside her and be still while all those interesting dogs and people walked by.  There were some really cool costumes, like a Scooby Do-dog, and a couple Count Dracula-dogs, not to mention the Cat Fish Hunter....my personal fav.  I only did a soft warning to a few people who were crowding me and hovering over my head, but I did let a boat-load of people pet me.

There were a few people that I really liked and gave full-body hugs.  Mom was afraid I was gonna hug one lady into falling over, but I didn't hug her that hard.  Some nice men helped mom with the show trunk and setting up the little tent-thingy, but it blew down two times.  The first time, the tent knocked moms coffee cup over and got the edge of one book wet.  A little girl who was a Girl Scout helped mom put the tent back, so mom gave her the copy of the book with the wet edge and told her thanks like a million times for helping with the tent.  A couple of times, I got so high energy that I had to play a new game we invented.

New Game:  4 Foot Fetch.  It is played with a dog on a 4 foot leash and a human, and a soft toy that is not a ball....in our case, a bone shaped firehose.  Momma would give the little toy a toss, high and short.  Then I would pounce on it and give it back.  This was a fast action game with only a little bit of tug.  I got so I could catch it in the air and hand it right back, so mom would throw it again.  She got tricky, throwing it over her shoulder sometimes!  But I still got it in a hurry.  It was too simple, really, and I was tired of playing in about 5 minutes but it helped me break the tension of being a "world famous" co-author on display....and on my best behavior.  I was really happy to get my Tuxedo off before mom started taking down the display and tent.

Mom seemed pretty happy even though we didn't sell any books.  She talked a lot, which always makes her happy and met some people.  The Girl Scout helped keep me company while mom carried stuff back to the truck and a very nice man helped mama put the show trunk back in the pick-up truck.  I let the Girl Scout pet me on top of the head through the bars of my crate, which sometimes I tell even mama not to do....but then, I didn't have any food in my crate, so it was okay.

When we got home I went straight to the yard and did a big pile of business which I had been too tense to do at the parade with all those strange dogs around--although I did leave some pretty lengthy p-mail messages on the concrete flower urns and lamp posts.  After that, I took a long nap with Gretchen, Sally and Mama all on the big bed, which was super soft since mama just got a new blankie with velvet on the top and sherpa-wool on the bottom.  We were very tired and I kept dreaming and twitching, but no sleep-barking that I know of.

Yerz, Yuk-Van-Winkle

3rd day of rain and outside ugliness

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Yukon here~
Mom is upto something and I have to wonder what.  Not only has she been moving stuff around, she's also been cleaning house with the radio blasting.  She baked two apple pies last week.  Maybe it's the weather....but that is the opposite of sensible, since all this weather is good for is sleep, nap, sleep.  Why does she have all this energy?

I heard her say to dad, on the phone, that Emma's mom might stop by "any minute" and she wanted the shock to be gradual...whatever.  Silly humans.  It's obvious that three rowdy dogs live here.  Nothing is going to change that!  She even tried to get the dog hair off the velvet love-seat, my favorite spot!  What a joke!  Tape does not fix dog hair on velvet.  Finally, she gave up and just threw a new sheet over it.  When she was tucking the big soft blankie on the main couch, she also pulled the rug out from under...well, when we get to rough housin scatter rugs scatter.  What can I say, the slide is a hoot, and who minds a little body slam into the couch?  It's a soft landing.  Anyhoo, she yanked the scatter rug out from under the couch as she was tucking the newly washed blankie under and out popped a pair of dad's clean underpants that had been tangled in the blankie.

At first, mom was baffled.  Where did these underwear come from?  Then she shook her head and mumbled something about it happening in front of company,...oh, that she was glad it DIDN'T happen in front of company.  I don't get why that would be a big deal.  It's not like they were smelling good or anything.  They were still warm from the dryer.

Oh yeah, I remember why Miss Sandy, Emma's mom, is coming over.  It's to drop off some neck scarves for mom to decorate.  The Adopt-A-Bulls at Saturdays Parade are going to wear them.  She did two red ones with glued on ribbon that say "Adopt" and "Pick Me" so far.