Oh Happy Day!

We got troubles, don’t you know. We got bad Republicans in our state, a financially strapped city, sciatica in someone’s right leg, and a blanket of dandelions on our front lawn. But we don’t care.

MILTON IS BACK!

He’s been gone for weeks. His little sit spot next to the house still had the indentation made by his little furry body. But we’d pretty much decided that Milton had moved on. We talked about it this morning. Maybe Milton had fallen in love and moved in with a girl bunny. Maybe he was way older than we thought and had kicked the bunny bucket. And, worst of all, maybe one of the coyotes that sometimes trots down the middle of our city street in the early daylight hours had a bunny for breakfast. As my husband forlornly said, “We have no way of knowing.”

We no longer have to conjecture. Milton is back. No word on where he’s been or with whom. We know enough not to ask. We wouldn’t overstep. We just take pictures and smile. Our wee little pandemic pet – we’re so glad to see you!