It’s My Desk Now, Dad
The other morning, dad got up to get a coffee. When he came back, this is what he found:
Sorry, dad. I’m not budging.
It’s MY desk now. You may sit there only if you promise not to disturb me.
To his credit, he did sit down very carefully and avoided putting his feet near me.
Oh, and in case you were wondering - all those wires are too high for me to reach - they’re just barely out of reach, too. Though that bothers Betsy more than me - she’s the one who likes to munch on wires, not me.
-Gus
August 11th, 2008 at 7:45 pm
Looks like a good spot to me! Tidbit loved to share computer space with me.
August 11th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
The best part is when he comes up and nudges my feet - there’s nothing like the feel of Gus’s super-soft bunny fur on my bare feet!
August 11th, 2008 at 7:59 pm
Dad needs to move the coffeepot closer to the computer if he doesn’t want to lose his spot again! Good move, Gus.
August 11th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
That’s a cosy spot for a bun! Now if you’d just allow Dad to move his feet close to you.. a bunny beneath one’s feet is a nice change from regular carpets
August 11th, 2008 at 11:11 pm
You make us proud to be bunns Gus!!!!!
August 12th, 2008 at 6:21 am
Lucky you! We are not allowed in mum’s office because she says it’s a mess with piles of paper and wires everywhere. Now, while I am not bothered by wires at all, and I will leave paperwork untouched most of the time, Miss Eve is a different issue…you should see what she is doing to the yellow pages!
August 12th, 2008 at 8:34 am
I *LOVE* the yellow pages! It’s so much fun to rip! The pages are easy to rip to shreds, and the spine is good to chew on, too.
August 12th, 2008 at 10:28 am
Looks like your spot, Gus, don’t give it up.