Dear Diary,
This, from Mom: Gracie, you wouldn't know a bunny if you ran into one. She's speaking of my poor eyesight, I'm pretty sure. Well. I can report that night before last - in the wee-hours of the morning when Mom left me out to pee, I did indeed run into Bunny. No, really. I literally ran into her. And I can report that this old girl still has some life left in her-because there was a chase. A very brief chase, but still. The only thing I caught was Mom laughing when she brought me back inside. "You still got it," she said. She must be as blind as I am cause I obviously didn't get it. It ran way too fast. Gracie.
