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Tornadoes today

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No training outside in the harnesses for the rabbits today, not when there is a tornado watch out till 10 pm for our county.  They are pretty disappointed to spend the afternoon indoors. I tried putting them out at 3, when there was what seemed like a permanent break in the rain, but the storms returned and the clear sky clouded over once again.  I raced to put them back indoors before they were drenched.  

 We did a short session of training indoors, working with the target stick, doing tricks like walking, going through the tunnel and going through the hoop. But they soon tired of it.  It is not so exhilarating for them as when they are allowed to run around outside on the leashes.  

I feel a certain sadness with the rainy weather, too, although I know it is good for all our plants in the yard.  It is my birthday today, and yet it is a very lonely day.  Scott's sleeping disorder has left him in bed all day, and I have been solitary on this important day.  ALso, my computer has been running really slowly, or at least downloading really slowly, probably because Scott has other things downloading using up bandwidth.  The rain resumes in earnest and a male cardinal flits by.  I am sad, and I can't easily describe the sorrow. It has mostly to do with loneliness.  It has also to do with the disorientation I feel since stopping smoking cigarettes, that amorphous loss of a sense of pleasure.  That loss of focus and attention span that only gets a little help from the increased ADHD medicine.  

 I have my first drink of the evening and realize that it is time to check the cake in the CrockPot CakePan. Will it be finished already? Maybe that's part of it -- this is the first year that I can recall having made my own birthday cake. We never let my mom bake her birthday cake, but once we moved away she started to do so. And now I am in the same boat. It really sucks.  

 Anyway, I should say that the girls and I had a good indoor training session even though we couldn't go outside. . . .