I had So Much Fun innerviewing Honey Bunn Grigley, I kept forgettin’ I was On The Job.
Buh-leeve me, you wudda, too.
Miss Honey Bunn is not only a pretty, vuh-VAY-shus liddle Havanese, she’s also a Bran New First Time Momma!
Miss Honey Bunn an her Mommy greeted me an my Assistant at the door. She ess-chewed the traditional Wag-an-Sniff cuzza her puppers still drinkin’ lotsa duhlishus Mommy Milk, but she was very cord-jull. “Welcome, Mr. Bonzo! Come IN! This is my Mommy Laurie. My puppers call her Gran-Nina. My Daddy’s Roland. They call him Papa Roro. You can call me Bunny! Come in an meet my babies!”
We followed her to the padio an Cool Kibbles backyard, which hadda lake an lotsa grass an marshy places. Miss Bunny told me it’s called a Audubon Pruh-SERVE. I heard puppy noises, then six liddle fluffballs wobbled out from under a table.
Gran-Nina scooped ’em up an plopped ’em into a nice roomy puppy playpen in the grass, where they continued puppyin’ around, tumblin’ all over the place, makin’ squeeky puppy sounds. At 7 weeks old, they still had that irresistubble New Puppy Smell.
“That’s a Cool Kibbles playpen,” I observed. “Nice an roomy, fresh air, but they can’t wander off.”
“True,” Miss Bunny replied. “However, we NEVER leave them alone out here cuzza hawks an owls. My puppers are still snack size. We’re always On The Lookout. Papa Roro an Uncle Ken plop right down in there with ’em an play.”
Just then, a man appeared on the padio. “See! THIS is Uncle Ken,” Miss Bunny said happily.
He friffled her ears an, just like she said, began playing with the puppers.
While they happily bounced around with their uncle, Miss Bunny an I got settled on the padio. I opened my notebook, an she curled up on her Mommy’s lap an began her Tail.
“About 5 years ago Mommy had lost her Havanese, Lexie, an she really wanted another Havanese cuz we’re such a Great Breed. So she did her Doo Dilly-gents and found ME. I was a Super Cute 8 weeks old fluffball.
“When I was young, my great-gramma, MA, lived with us. She’s The Best! Although Mommy-an-Daddy NEVER allowed it, MA usta sneakily sneak tidbits to me at the dinner table. Now she doesn’t live with us but, when we visit, she still does. Here, I always sit by the table Just In Case. So far, no luck, but Hope Springs Eternal, right?
“Anyway, when I was old enuff, Mommy an Daddy decided I could be a Mommy one-time-and-one-time-only — if I wanted to — which I totally did. So I met this hansome, laid-back, very puh-lite mini-poodle, Jamie. We hit it off right away. An the rest, as humans say, is HISS-try.
“When I was still preg-NUT, the doctor took a speshull pickshure and said I was havin’ 3 puppers. So, when I was ackshully havin’ ’em, the first arrived in 1 hour. Two hours later I had 2 more. Mommy an Daddy thought that was IT! But 5 minutes later, guess what?
Another pupper! So I was restin’ with my 4 babies when, an hour-anna-haff later, out popped 2 more! I was fine cuz us pooches know what to do. That’s IN-stink! I’m sure Mommy an Daddy were more suh-prized that me. I was just POOPED!”
As her Mommy picked up each pupper (3 grrrls, 3 boys), Miss Bunny introduced her wiggly offspring.
“We named ’em after characters in a Very Popular Movie called ‘The Hunger Games,’” explained Miss Bunny. “So, this,” (a white fluffball) “is Katness, she’s super playful. This (brown-an-white) is Hamish, he always wants to be held. An he’s the only one with blue eyes. Finnick (black-an-white) is the biggest, 3 pounds. He’s my loudmouth. Always wantin’ cuddles.”
Miss Bunny’s Mommy held another black-an-white fluffmuffin aloft. “JayJay has a heart design on his head. See?”
The final two puppers were plucked outta the pile. “These are my Primrose grrrls,” said Miss Bunny proudly. “Prim (black-an-white). She’s the youngest; laid back like her Daddy.
An Rose (light reddish gold). She’s a bit feisty. Always ready to pounce.”
“Woof, Miss Bunny. What a splendid famly you have. You must be SO proud!!” I exclaimed.
“I AM! Also a liddle tired. They love hidin’ in the bushes an playin’ in the DIRT. Of course, me an Mommy an Daddy are always watchin’.”
“They get baths in the kitchen sink, THEN dried off in a speshull kennel with a heat lamp.
Come’on, Mr. Bonzo. Come see their Puppy House. WE call it The Shower.”
A tad confused, I followed her.
“It’s our guest bathroom. Doesn’t get used that much,” she explained.
It was pawsome! There was a big walk-in shower, all glass front. A thick mat covered the entire floor. At one end was a very large cozy dog bed. A handy P Pad was placed across the other end. BRILLIANT, I thought.
“My puppers are learnin’ fast,” Miss Bunny said with pride. “They only P in the designated area. An they hardly ever POO in here; they’re learnin’ to POO outside. When they’re not in their playpen, they’re HERE! They’re up at 7, in bed by 9:30. I sleep on the couch. I’d love to sleep with Mommy An Daddy,” she confided, “but There Are ROOLS.”
By then, Miss Bunny’s Mommy had gathered the puppers from their playpen an set them all in their “house.”
They obviously loved it. They all gathered inna fluffy row, wigglin,’ an waggin’, liddle noses pressed to the glass. As you can imagine, the adorable-ness level was off the charts.
“What about solid foodstuffs? Is it too soon?”
“It’s about haff-an-haff now. They’re learnin’ to eat Fresh Pet. Not kibbles just yet. But the Milk Truck (me) still visits, too.”
Me an my Inner Puppy couldda stayed there all day! Headin’ home, I was smilin’ rememberin’ the Adorable Haff-Dozen an sweet Miss Honey Bunn, an remindin’ myself of the joys of bein’ a Happy Bachelor.
