Easter According To A Lab

When I was growing up, I used to spend some Easters with my Grandparents like most children will. My sister and I were getting a bit old for egg hunting, so we wanted to make this last one special.

Grandmother counted the eggs carefully and made note of where she hid each one. Boy do rotten eggs smell! (A few Easters before, we found out the hard way. So the noting and counting were official rules of the Easter egg hunts from then on.)

We were also caring for a friend's Black Lab who had to stay inside during the egg hunt, because she would eat the eggs as fast as she found them.

This time, we found all the eggs except for one. Unaware that one egg was yet to be found, Grandfather released the Lab. She located and sallowed the missing egg before we could blink. She had bitten off the shell perfectly into near equal halves on the ground, and thanked us with a very satisfied burp!

We all agreed that since dogs could not have Easter baskets, she should surely be given a couple of eggs!

With our Grandparents' permission given, we wished the dog Happy Easter, and each peeled an egg for her.

Happy Easter to you and yours,

Rena Murray
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