Welcome to Cranky Puppy Farm!

This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

Time To Go, Mr. Easter Bunny

Friday, April 13, 2012

Some house guests just don't know when they've overstayed their welcome. 

I'm talking to YOU, Mr. Easter Bunny.  I caught you last night roaming around my garden, peeking into my raised beds, and nibbling on my tender baby cabbage as the sun was leaving the sky.  First you didn't leave us any Easter candy and now you think this is an all-you-can-eat salad buffet. 

Despite your big-brown-eyes-twitchy-nose-fuzzy-ears-cotton-tail-cuteness, you've got to go, my friend!  If putting fencing around my raised beds doesn't discourage your snacking, then I'll be forced to implement more drastic measures.  Consider yourself on notice, buddy.

Posted as part of this week's Farm Girl Friday hop!


  1. I have the solution for that bunny. Its name contains the word "Ruger" and it's powered by compressed air...

    1. Don't be naughty, J. That bunny is too cute to shoot!

  2. It's not that cute, not if it eats my tomatoes...


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