For ten days while Ginny and Cara were visiting the horse-rich campuses of Texas A&M and the University fo Kentucky (with a stopover in Colorado to see assorted grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins), Molly and I and the dogs played Rabbit Retrievers–chasing Steve (nee Tintin, but renamed after Steve McQueen of The Great Escape) and Gaga and the their four offspring as they broke out of their porous installation and in various combinations scampered around the backyard. Thanks God we have a garage, or else we never would have caught them (although it’s true, one evening we saw one of the youngsters find a slit in the barricades and let himself back in as easily as he had earlier let himself go.) Anyway, it was exhausting to chase them and frustrating to be eluded (I will never idly use the phrase “quick like a bunny” again) and nerve-wracking to have moral responsibility for their well-being. Thanks goodness all were present and accounted for when their real lapin lovers returned from their school visits. As it turns out, Molly and I might not bothered ourselves; three days later, two of the youngsters were given away to a neighbor boy, a fate the other two are soon to experience. I am surprised that I am somewhat sad over the break-up of this little family. They were very cute.
