saturday: i did not chew off my arms.

trapper.

long story short:

trapped 'im on easter sunday.

he'd been hanging around talking to tuffy.

set the live trap.

that's the short version of the story.

tuffy.

he's been my bunny for years.

look at those ears:

he was the runt of the litter

and

his littermates mistreated him.

his mother's name was pippy:

named for michael's best friend

bobby pipkin

who died too young

and we still miss him.

bobby got me into rabbits years ago.

he raised rabbits behind his pawn shop in anchorage.

'suppose you didn't need to know all that

but now you do.

and:

my nickname since childhood:

bunny.

[yes.]

i adore rabbits.

so:

the day went pretty doggone well

and

in spite of my saying

"i'd rather chew my arms off than go carve wood"

i still have my arms

and the day went pretty doggone well.

tomorrow:

update and photos from the woodcarving workshop.

jake: are you reading this?

jake is my new friend:

met him and his mother

while at the woodcarving workshop.

goodnight: sleep well, all.