Fun with a paper bag
Dad tried to “entertain” us the other day by putting out a paper bag. To make sure we went into it, he put some fresh timothy hay in the bag.
This was the result:
“And there’s nothing you can do about it!”
(You can see an alternate version here.)
-Gus
May 13th, 2009 at 5:12 pm
Mwahahahahahaha!
May 13th, 2009 at 9:15 pm
Great work there Gus … but listen, it’s a sack. A sack, Gus. A paper sack.
May 13th, 2009 at 10:27 pm
Hi, Gus! I bet you don’t realize someone could come along and carry you off by the handles. Hm.
May 14th, 2009 at 7:51 am
Gus knows I would never *dare* do something like that. Besides, it’s just a paper bag – what if the bottom rips out? I wouldn’t want Gus to fall down like that.
Or maybe he just figures he can get out quick enough if I try to come pick the bag up. He *is* pretty fast…
May 14th, 2009 at 9:22 am
Well Gus, looks like it’s YOUR hay now! In a convenient carry out bag!
May 14th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
My bun used to LOVE going in paper bags. I didn’t even put anything tasty in there. He liked the privacy, I think. You’re not alone in your enjoyment of paper bags, Gus.
May 15th, 2009 at 5:50 am
Hugo liked bags too… because they gave him privacy. The first time I had to put a treat in it, but then it was no longer necessary