So it’s that time again when Jesus bar God was supposed to have returned from the dead. We may celebrate it different ways, but one thing’s for sure: my back yard cares nothing for Jesus and knows only rabbits. You Easter Bunny naysayers, stay away from my dogs because all they can see is a warren with three kits who haven’t yet opened their eyes, and another that has. On my lap is the one that has and is out and about.

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