White rabbit cowers
Two small dogs stare intently
January 21, 2011
FCH had two small dogs, that was actually his daughters. Since she moved away into town though, the dogs have stopped getting their daily washes. In fact FCH admits that he hasn’t washed the dogs even once in all that time. Needless to say the little devils are exceedingly grimy. One often rolled onto his back squirming and groaning rather pathetically trying to find relief from flea bites.
Our last day at FCH, the driver taking us to the next village, brought a rabbit in a cage. The rabbits fur was white and fluffy and clean, as the rabbit had plenty of time on its hands to lick its paws and clean itself. The cage was put down in the courtyard and soon FCH’s two dogs were at its sides yelping. They could not contain themselves at the sight of the rabbit, and their entire bodies squirmed with delight, or anticipation, or perhaps a bite into flesh unfilled. The sounds of their mouths reminded me of a cat watching a bird through a window, unable to get at their prey.