Eons ago, my dear friend Sally and I used to entertain ourselves – and annoy all those around us – with this stupid “Knock-Knock” joke:
Knock-knock
Who’s there?
Ether
Ether Who?
Ether Bunny!
But wait – there’s more! There was “Nutter” as in “Nutter Ether Bunny” and “Stella” – “Stella Nutter Ether Bunny”. If you’re not laughing uproariously it’s because the whole scenario is one of those “you had to be there” things – hilarious only to those who experienced it.
Today being Easter Sunday it was only fitting that my nephew’s dog, Reagan, (named for our 40th president) found a bunny and great-nephew Jack rescued said bunny from Reagan’s jaws and saved it from being part of Reagan’s dinner. 
Naturally Tammy and I insisted his name had to be Ether!
We enjoyed a wonderful Easter family dinner at the home of friends Scott and Charlotte who have earned the moniker of “fringe family” since Scott’s sister Sheri is married to my nephew John. They graciously include us in their family gathering each year at their home in the country and that’s where Reagan “rescued” Ether.
By time we left, Ether was nestled in a shoebox with some hay and ready to head to Columbia complete with rabbit food and a bottle of milk. Meanwhile, Steve and John were suggesting that once in the box with the hay, a shovel and a hole in the ground were more appropriate for Ether.
May the Easter bunny leave them candy made of Ex-Lax next year!
