My dog is on PETA's payroll

The weather this morning was perfect so Ellie and I decided to go outside and visit the rabbit (who has officially been dubbed "Earmuffs").  It is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen and every time I see it I am forced to grit my teeth and try and refrain from squeezing it until it's eyes pop out.  Love causes me to have very violent urges.  Those whom I love have the bruises to prove it.  

Earmuffs has been busy working on some sort of burrow, though she lacks the tenacity to follow through and has settled on a scooped out hole which she lays in with her little paws in front like the proper lady bunny that she is.

When earmuffs was digging, Bionic would become very excited that someone else shared his passion for destruction.  I spent some time this morning trying to repair some of the damage he did a few days ago.  He dug himself into a frenzy right next to the rabbit's pen and actually made a hole that Earmuffs could escape from...which she did.  The grass is always tastier on the other side right?

The only thing I could find to fill in the hold were some rocks I had in the garage.  This was just super for Ellie and she could be found sorting them into different containers for the better part of an hour.  Because for some reason to Elsbeth, rocks trump EVERYTHING (except flies) in the way of  being super cool.

After I had done this, Ellie and I set about to watering the flowers on the patio and front porch.  When we were finished we went back out to play with the rabbit some more, because it's cuteness beckons you like a siren song.  That is when I realized that Bionic wasn't just digging for enjoyment; he was trying to set the rabbit free.  In the time it took me to water 6 plants he had dug another hole under the rabbit's fence.   I think he imagines that if she were only free to roam about the yard  they might go on splendid digging excavations together.  He fancies himself something of an archaeologist.

When I called him, he came slinking over with a very apologetic look on his face.  I tried to explain to him that although he is friends with the rabbit, the neighbor's dogs are not.  And because he has dug holes under the fence the rabbit could just hop her way right into being someones dinner.  The look of shock on his face was priceless.  He is SO naive.

He promised not to dig around the rabbit's pen anymore and we gave each other doggie hugs, which is more or less the ramming of our heads together.  I felt confident that I had gotten through that thick skull of his and hope it won't happen again.

At this point a bell went off in my head that said, "Ellie hasn't made a peep in a looong time, that can't be good."  I turned around to see where she was and found that she had been very busy indeed.  Somehow she managed to climb over the rabbit's fence and had been tossing handfuls of it's food into it's water bowl.  She seemed to know that this was not something I would have approved of because when I asked her what she was doing she gave me an evil grin and proceeded to work at her task as fast as those tiny hands could possibly go.

What can I say?  If it isn't one thing, it's another.  I picked her up and hoped that the rabbit enjoyed it's pellet smoothie.