My human has only one twos, one twos (twos) legs, doesn't think like us and he has been called weirds. I like that in a familys man. He is stubborns like me. He likes his beer dark. He could be called an Eclectic Peeps. Most of all, he loves me and I like that. DeltaBunny will journal our lives togethers in the small Delta town of Rio Vista, California.

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17 August 2005


It's dinner time!
While Mom is in St. Louis we get to eat leftovers. YEAH!!
Dad is reheating some of Mom's great stew. With Dad's back turned I sneak closer and closer to the kitchen.

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'What? Who me? I'm just lookin' out the window. Yep, there's somethin' out there. I think that Phoebe is back.' Paws in the kitchen around here is a big no no.

Back to the 'Rug'
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'Okay, I'm being good!' If I go to my rug and remain calm I get a tiny bit of my human's food. But only if I comply. Tuff luv, baby.

Tonight Mom comes home. Just around midnight. As the song sings. One of my B-buddies,
Pimm, asked what Mom was doing in his neck of the woods. She had a two day training session with the St. Louis school district. Mom and several other human trainers from the company are helping train human teachers to help human students become better writers. Puppy Pulitzer Prize and all that. (I think my secretary needs some writing training, too.)

NEXT DAY(Time travel)
Mom has left for Alturas already. SHE JUST GOT HOME. Last night Dad got up at 11:30 to drive to the Sac airport to pick Mom up at 1:15. Every flight mom was to take home had a mechanical problem. Even the re-ticketed flights. Dad had to sleep at a rest area for two hours waiting for Mom's plane (She doesn't own it.) to land. Poor Mom, up 24 hours! and having to drive six hours today.

Dad said I wouldn't have liked sleeping at the rest area. Some strange humans there and a tiny dog. I would have been frightened of the humans and excited about the little fluffy. He did bring home a good (Not quality-wise) picture
though. If you or your human like Campbell's Tomato (You say tomahto and I say tomato. Sounds better than when read.) Soup, Dad knows where some of it comes from.

Tomato truck place
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It comes from trucks.

So now we are alone again. Dad gets to go to the South Side Cafe with the neighbors tonight and I get to wait for a surprise Doggy Bag. Woof! Woof!

P.S. Dad will try to get a shot of the cafe tonight.

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