The Vizsla Newzsletter (April / May 99) |
By Pam Haley
There was a cold, wet Vizsla nose going jab, jab, jab on my neck. This is not the usual technique for rousing 'mom' from a deep sleep but I responded anyway assuming that Daisey needed to go outside ' to potty'. By the time I staggered down the hall Daisey had raced back and forth to the front door three times 'roo-whining' constantly - it was obvious that this was something more than nature calling. Since I did not know what was going on I held her collar as I opened the front door. Just about the time I realized that the front gate was wide open - the tense growling dog that I had ' in hand' alerted me that there was someone with a flashlight in the front yard!
As my sleepy mind raced throughout the best approach for finding a solid black rabbit in the middle of the night in a densely planted yard I noticed a sweet red Daisey dog 'on point' in the corner. In less than five minutes Snickers was back 'in confinement' and Daisey and I were back in bed. A happy ending for a very 'bad' bunny! Pam & Daisey - bunny finder extraordinaire
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