I woke up Easter morning, barked at my humans to get up and waited, anxiously wagging my tail. I couldn’t wait to get an Easter bunny.
I wagged, wiggled and waited . . . nothing. I thought everyone got an Easter Bunny. Guess I was wrong.
I lay on the floor, rested my jaw on my legs and watched Kristina. Maybe she was going to surprise me. She picked up my leash, and I knew – no Easter bunny for me.
Off we went. Every day some of the snow goes away. I don’t know where, but I miss it. I head for the golf course, running fast. I hit the fairway. No snow! This was very confusing. I ran in circles, rolled in the grass, but still no snow. Anyone now how to make snow?
Something caught my eye. I am a dog, you know, and get easily distracted. I ran for the trees and skidded to a stop. Siting at the base of a lodge-pole pine tree, I found an Easter bunny.
I think Kristina hid it there for me. I heard the kids in the neighbourhood saying they had to search for their bunnies, so I had to search for mine too.
My bunny lives on the golf course. Every day I visit her, play for a while, and then leave her until next time. She likes to stay outside overnight.