tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post1217367669019868321..comments2008-05-21T19:57:54.879-05:00Cinnamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02188646234492035207noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-37570308912984053282008-05-21T19:57:00.000-05:002008-05-21T19:57:00.000-05:00Trust me, Marilyn hates the harness too. There was no training, just shoving it on her and hoping for the best. She spent most of her time hiding behind the garbage cans.fishiefishie.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-58229299775340932022008-05-05T16:54:00.000-05:002008-05-05T16:54:00.000-05:00How'd you train her with the harness? Our buns HATES hers.Matthew Martinezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17543192760385848847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-7720123890394730702008-05-04T09:33:00.000-05:002008-05-04T09:33:00.000-05:00leashed disaprovalDr. Wisenhiemerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09370605627148508079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-68035893772990177982008-05-03T15:52:00.000-05:002008-05-03T15:52:00.000-05:00Cut and run, Marilyn.<BR/>Tyler and Sydney.d. moll, l.ac.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16007607538375968631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-11915476723450268172008-05-03T14:06:00.000-05:002008-05-03T14:06:00.000-05:00Hi Ho YESSSS ..<BR/><BR/>FREE MARILYN <BR/><BR/>PASS IT ON!The Bunnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07105710105027758176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-77238370759245557282008-05-03T13:40:00.000-05:002008-05-03T13:40:00.000-05:00Free the Bunnehz! Down with the happy Bear leashes!Svennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-20721597576149895432008-05-03T11:26:00.000-05:002008-05-03T11:26:00.000-05:00Oh oh .... Bunny threats ...Rabbits' Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02017190779860810318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-66534419556307817042008-05-03T09:47:00.000-05:002008-05-03T09:47:00.000-05:00Marilyn is going to be ready when Alysa is not!Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17792395820711368533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34767694.post-4424940935913980912008-05-03T08:28:00.000-05:002008-05-03T08:28:00.000-05:00Yeah, I think my Jessica had those same thoughts. She'd run (making me jog behind her), stop, then look up at me like, "What, you're <I>still</I> following me?"White_Stixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18317988731314287455noreply@blogger.com