Dad took us for a walk Sunday morning, and as we went past the beach, we realised there was something more interesting than usual to sniff in the bushes. We found a bunny!
Dad saw that it wasn't a wild rabbit but someone's pet that must have escaped. So we went home and sent mom down to catch it. She couldn't find it, but luckily some nice community service workers who were stopped at the beach having their morning break spotted it and caught it for her.
My kitty Minni was entertained by it. She says it was like tv for cats. Dakota and I could smell it, but we were locked in the back while Minni and the bunny got to hang out in the front. We tried to dig out, but we weren't very successful. Later that day, after asking at three stores, two houses and one little boy on a bike, mom found where the bunny lived and took it home. It lives in a big tire with two guinea pigs.
Then it was race time. Mom and I did canicross and took second, but there were only three of us running. We beat a little girl but got beat by her fast father. Lazy dad didn't get any pictures of us.
Dad and Dakota did a bike-jor race and took first. But there was only one other dog, so it wasn't a huge victory.
Despite the lack of competition, we were still pooped pooches. But happy ones. Look at the smiles on our faces.
The Bad Cousins were there too, doing two dog stuff. First they ran canicross (boy a human can go FAST when two dogs are pulling), then they did scooter and took second. Here they are posing nicely for a photo with their mom, our Aunty Jo-Jo. Dakota's boyfriend Wolf is on the left. He's a fancy show dog.
Then they saw some other dogs and stopped posing so nicely.
When they were getting ready for their race, Bad Cousin Storm figured out how to back out of her harness and run around. For that they won the prize for the best "Spectacle" of the race.
What adventures will this weekend hold?