Dad’s Home, Ugh
Dad’s home… and just when I was getting comfy with having some quiet time to myself! Now I’ve got to watch out for dad coming to grab me and brush me (mum is too scared to pick me up, which suits me fine).
On top of that, dad is much more strict… no more digging or chewing in things for me I’m afraid. Thanks a lot, dad.
-Betsy
April 11th, 2008 at 7:59 pm
Good going Betsy .. we have a similar problem sometimes …
April 11th, 2008 at 11:11 pm
i can’t understand why your mum wouldn’t pick you up… you’re so cute!
April 12th, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Ha, ha! You got brushed! Uh oh, my turn, WHOOPS! Gads! Maw, let go of me! Well at least everyone’s home, right?
April 12th, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Mom says she is too scared to pick me up. So I guess all that kicking and struggling I used to do worked on her!
Dad, on the other hand, has no fear of me or Gus - he will pick us up no matter how much we kick or squirm. So when he finally gets a hold of me, I usually just give up (although I make sure he has to work hard to get me in the first place!).
April 12th, 2008 at 10:47 pm
wow Betsy I’d never thought of that strategy - i just grunt but mum still picks me up. i’ll have to try flopping around a bit. i hate being picked up!
April 12th, 2008 at 11:37 pm
Lots of the bunns like to be held, but only Goldie actually likes to be scooped up!