Miss Maizy and the Bun Bun Olympics

Miss Maizy and the Bun Bun Olympics

🌼 Date: Monday, May 18, 2026

⚡ Energy: Laughing until my sides hurt

💓 Status: Witness to the cutest wildlife chase in recent history

🤠 Outlook: The bunnies have been warned — Miss Maizy is new in town

Today I was a witness to the cutest thing ever.

Miss Maizy discovered bunnies.

And before any of you go all “save the animals” on me, let me explain.

We live on a couple of acres, and we have all kinds of wildlife that either lives here, wanders through here, or just decides to use our property like a tiny forest Airbnb.

We have deer.

Bunnies.

Moles.

Quail.

Owls.

Bald eagles.

And whatever else decides to travel through or stay awhile.

Basically, if it has feathers, fur, tiny feet, or questionable decision-making skills, it has probably crossed our property at some point.

We do not spray anything out here for that exact reason.

So yes, everything is overgrown.

And I love it.

I have never had a green thumb, and I am okay with that.

Some people might look at our yard and think, Ewww, y’all need to spend some time outside pulling weeds. Maybe throw down a little bark dust. Plant a few flowers. Pretend civilization has reached this property.

And sure.

They are not wrong.

A little landscaping probably would not hurt.

But here’s the thing: the animals eat everything that grows here.

The weeds.

The grass.

The flowers.

Any poor innocent plant we have tried to put in the ground over the years.

The wildlife looks at our yard and says, Thank you for the salad bar.

And honestly?

I would rather watch the animals than look at flowers anyway.

Flowers are pretty.

Bunnies are hilarious.

No contest.

This morning, I took Maizy and Gidget outside to go potty, and sitting next to the car was a young bunny.

Now, the wild bunnies around here think they are pretty smart.

Normally when they see us pull into the driveway, they freeze like little statues.

They must think we cannot see them as long as they do not move.

Very stealthy.

Very serious.

Very “I am invisible because I believe I am invisible.”

When I get out of the car and see them sitting there frozen, I always holler:

“I can see you, bun buns!”

Because I can.

Obviously.

Their statue game is not as strong as they think it is.

Usually, once we open the front door, they know the puppies are coming out, and they hop off as fast as their little bunny legs can carry them.

They understand the assignment.

Door opens.

Dogs appear.

Bunnies exit.

Simple.

But not today.

Today, this little bunny decided to play the still-as-a-statue game.

And I could tell immediately that he was a novice.

A rookie.

A bun bun in training.

Still learning the safety protocols of our driveway.

Maizy noticed him right away.

And when I say noticed, I mean her whole tiny body locked onto that bunny like she had just discovered her life’s purpose.

This was not just a potty trip anymore.

This was a mission.

She got within about two feet of him before he finally realized that being a statue was not working in his favor.

At all.

The bunny turned tail and took off toward the neighbor’s fence.

And Miss Maizy?

Miss five-pound, four-inch-leg, lap-warming, mommy-supervising Maizy?

She launched.

What neither the bunny nor I knew was just how fast this little furball could run.

I swear, her tiny legs turned into a blur.

One second she was my sweet little recovery nurse.

The next second she was an Olympic sprinter with a full predator soundtrack playing in her head.

It was the funniest thing I have witnessed in a long time.

I laughed so hard my sides were aching and my cheeks hurt by the time I was done.

And listen, after everything my body has been through, laughing until my sides hurt feels like a medical event.

A good one.

No portal message required.

Luckily for the bunny, he made it through the fence just in time.

Barely.

Because Miss Maizy was hot on his tiny cotton-tailed heels.

Once he escaped through the fence, Maizy paced back and forth along the fence line for a couple of minutes like she was filing an official complaint.

Excuse me. The suspect has fled the scene. I require access.

Then she ran back up to the car where the whole chase had started.

And let me tell you, this little girl has a good sniffer on her.

She kept her nose to the ground and ran back and forth between the car and the fence three or four times, following that bunny trail like a seasoned detective.

Never lost it.

Not once.

Miss Maizy said, I may be tiny, but I am thorough.

Meanwhile, Gidget was off in la-la land doing her own thing.

Completely unbothered.

No urgency.

No concern.

No interest in joining the Bun Bun Olympics.

In fairness, Gidget grew up on this property.

She has seen the bunnies.

She knows the bunnies.

The bunnies do not excite her that much anymore.

She has entered her seasoned-property-dog era.

Very “been there, sniffed that.”

Maizy, on the other hand, is new in town.

And the bunnies need to understand that.

This current batch of young bunnies needs some schooling.

They really need to up their statue game.

Because the old rules may have worked with Gidget, but Miss Maizy did not receive that memo.

Miss Maizy is not impressed by stillness.

Miss Maizy is not fooled by your “I am a rock” routine.

Miss Maizy has four-inch legs, a suspiciously powerful engine, and a nose that apparently belongs in law enforcement.

So consider this your warning, bun buns.

There is a new sheriff on the property.

She weighs five pounds.

She naps on Mommy’s lap.

She helps supervise cancer recovery.

And she will absolutely chase your fluffy little butt to the fence if you underestimate her.

The best part of the whole thing was how normal it felt.

Not normal in the boring way.

Normal in the beautiful way.

A morning outside.

The dogs going potty.

A bunny by the car.

Me yelling, “I can see you, bun buns!”

Maizy discovering her inner wild kingdom warrior.

Gidget ignoring the drama like an old pro.

And me laughing so hard I forgot, for a minute, about the neuropathy, the tight chest, the swelling, the radiation skin, the medical messages, the waiting, and all the other pieces of recovery that have been taking up space in my brain.

For a minute, it was just funny.

Just sweet.

Just life.

Real life.

The kind of tiny ordinary moment that sneaks in and reminds you that joy does not always arrive with a big announcement.

Sometimes it shows up as a baby bunny with terrible survival instincts and a five-pound dog who suddenly discovers she has a need for speed.

And honestly?

I needed that.

After months of heavy things, scary things, painful things, and medically complicated things, watching Maizy chase a bunny across the yard felt like pure sunshine.

A ridiculous little gift.

A reminder that laughter still lives here.

That normal moments still happen.

That the world is still doing its weird, sweet, messy little thing while I am healing.

And that Miss Maizy should probably be promoted from tiny nurse to tiny security officer.

She has range.

So today was not a big medical update.

It was not a dramatic cancer milestone.

It was not a new symptom or a doctor visit or another episode of What Fresh Hell Is This, Breast Cancer Edition.

It was better.

It was Maizy versus the bun bun.

And for once, the only thing hurting was my cheeks from laughing.

I will take that kind of pain any day.

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