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As my neighbor and fellow morning dog-walker Howard said, "You almost had rabbit for dinner." He was about right.

I walk Greta and Cassie every morning before work. Most mornings are very uneventful, but not this morning.

A rabbit lives in the grass in some empty lots behind our house. We've seen it a couple times, but he's usually not hopping anywhere near us. But that changed today.

We were strolling along and the dogs were walking really well. So well in fact that I could hardly tell they were at the other end of the leashes. That should have been my first sign that something would go wrong.

About halfway through our walk, Mr. Rabbit hops out right infront of us on the sidewalk, then darts across the street and disappears into more grass. Greta and Cassie took off after Mr. Rabbit, taking me with them. I managed to stop them and myself before I fell face-first into the sidewalk.

My neighbor Howard was walking his dog Comma nearby and saw the whole thing. "You almost had rabbit for dinner," he said to me. "My arm hurts," I said to him.

We managed to regroup and finish the walk, but not without Greta tripping all over herself, Cassie and me trying to see where that silly rabbit went.