Julie of the high pitched squeal, that sounded like a man with his privates caught in a pair of vise grips
Julie of the “Boss, a storm is coming. We’re all gonna die!!”

Julie of the original combined pack of the Rabbit Journal
Julie with the show dog looks and temperament that could benefit from a xanaxx
Julie, who I watched in amazement as I knocked her down time after time as she chased a deer on an opposing hillside only to get back up and continue the chase
Julie has passed.
I don’t know why. She wouldn’t eat yesterday and went right back into her house. This afternoon she was gone, leaving Dixie, her sister as the last of the Original Rabbit Journal Pack.
Wishful thinking has her chasing a multitude of rabbits with Maizie, Sugar and the rest who have gone before