Today my kids were asking for a rabbit. A bit of a surprise because animal requests usually fall in the form of a wiener dog or a horse or a chameleon (Garrett). This request made me smile as I thought of my rabbit that I had at the age of 5. His name was Junior. Abby asked why I picked that name...well, here we go:
He was named after my favorite actor Denver Pyle.
Don't recognize the name?
Here is his picture
Is it coming to you yet?
There, does that ring a bell?You see, even at the age of 6 I was in love with old people.
I only liked Uncle Jessie cause he was nice and I felt bad for him and he wore overalls like my favorite grandpa Ru (who liked me best. He gave me nickels from his plastic coin wallet but he only gave them to me, Sorry siblings to break the news to you this way).
Now, don't get me wrong...I loved Luke Duke (not Bo, bleh, he was too femmie) in a carnal way but Uncle Jessie had my heart.
And Daisy?
Harlot galore.
There wasn't a Friday that went by that I wasn't glued to the television watching that show.
For some reason I got the names Junior and Uncle Jessie mixed up but hey, I was six.
Those poor rabbits though.
You see we had a big Doberman Pincher named Thor.
Don't even ask me why because those are the most ferocious animal alive and he scared the poop right out of me several times.
He scared Junior too.
After Daisy (Micheles rabbit, see we loved D of H!) had her babies and ate them (talk about traumatizing. Why did she eat them? We never found out, I guess thats a question I'll carry to the grave) we accidentally left the rabbit pen door open.
They went for a midnight hop.
Thor had a midnight snack.
The carnage is forever imprinted on my mind.
Heres to you Junior.
And Uncle Jessie.
I hope your both in Heaven frolicking with Boss Hog.
5 comments:
ooh i love this story!....although i never watched that show, so i don't fully understand. but hey, it illustrates that you loved old people and animals from day 1.
Heidi always told me that those little bits of chicken in scalloped potatoes weren't really chicken but pieces of rabbit from the backyard.
Totally laughing that you loved Uncle Jessie and named your rabbit after him. I loved him too!Obviously the Jones kids loved the D of H too when we were little...as Jeff named my cat Daisy after Daisy Duke. Hmmmmmm wonder why? :)
Feeding da wabbits
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