Earlier this week Asa celebrated his favorite squeaky toy’s 2 year anniversary, which he happened to have received as an Easter gift. I also have a reason to celebrate a memorable Easter squeaky toy. Except that stuffie was not my friend. Three years ago I confronted the biggest squeaky bunny I’ve ever met, and showed him who was boss. The following is my tale of triumph…
My Nightmare Personified (March 21, 2016)
I looked Death in the eyes…unblinking plastic eyes…and survived! Recently Mom told me that they were taking us to the mall for photos with the Easter Bunny. No big deal, I thought. I have cousins who are rabbits, and they tend to be quiet little fellows. Besides, this would give me a chance to voice my displeasure to the bunny for hiding my kibble around the living room every Easter. Well my nonchalant attitude quickly changed when I found myself confronted by a ginormous squeaky toy…that walked!
Like a thunderclap all the squeaky toys who have met their demise in my paws flashed in my mind. Was this some sort of revenge? I froze. Asa tried to calm my fears by saying, “It’s ok. The Easter Bunny is friends with Santa.” Oh like that would help ease my nerves! Everyone knows I’m permanently on Santa’s naughty list ever since I protected my house from him. Luckily we were not the first in line, and I anxiously watched as Brady and Remy approached the squeaky monster. Nothing happened. But I’ve never met them before. Perhaps they are kind to their toys? Or worst yet, in on this sinister revenge plot!
Next it was Asa’s turn to face judgement. I held my breath, ready to spring into action if the ginormous squeaky toy attacked him. I couldn’t believe it. Not only did Asa happily greet him, he turned his back to the Easter Bunny and posed. What was he thinking? You never turn your back on a threat! Again nothing happened.
Wanting to show the Easter Bunny that I would not go quietly, I charged at him. The rabbit didn’t even flinch! Instead he took my leash into one of his disturbingly large fuzzy paws, and petted my head with the other! I tried to run back to Dad, but he just kept saying “sit.” Mom was no help either, as she called my name and tried to get me to look away from the rabbit. That’s when I heard it. As I locked eyes with the fuzzy avenger of death, I heard squeaking behind me! Thinking it was some kind of a trap and there were more ginormous squeaky toys sneaking up behind me, I whipped around to see. I was instantly blinded by the camera flash. As I wildly blinked to regain my vision, I could hear everyone saying “Good Boy!” Then I realized Dad was leading me away from the Easter Bunny. HA! I showed that ginormous squeaky toy who’s boss!
