Shove-of-War
Last night, dad came by and didn’t like how I’d moved our hay bowl into a crooked position in our area. So, he pushed it back.
The thing is, I was sitting there. So I grabbed the hay bowl with my teeth and pushed it back at him.
Dad was shocked (of course), but then he pushed the bowl back.
So I grabbed it again and tossed it back out sideways in the middle of our area again. “No, dad, I want it there.”
Dad just didn’t get it, so we tossed the bowl back & forth a few times. Dad tried to hold it, but he forgets that I’m quite strong!
Eventually he pushed it back and then put his hand in the bowl and leaned on it (with all his weight). But I’m not going to let him win – I just gave him a look and turned around and hopped away. Sometimes, “the only winning move is not to play.”
-Betsy
p.s. – as soon as dad went to bed I pushed the hay bowl back out. Take that, dad!!
July 7th, 2009 at 9:55 am
Good for you, Betsy! Show those bipeds who’s boss!
July 7th, 2009 at 11:23 am
What part of ‘the bunny always wins’ does he not get?
July 7th, 2009 at 6:06 pm
What is his trip? Has he always been this controlling?
July 7th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
He seems rather “anal” ….
July 8th, 2009 at 1:35 am
fancy messing with a bunny’s food bowl and expecting to win!
July 8th, 2009 at 8:03 am
That’ll show him!
July 8th, 2009 at 1:29 pm
Won’t your dad ever learn — the bun is always right! You certainly taught him a lesson!
July 9th, 2009 at 5:45 am
Well, you certainly have to train your dad a bit more. Mum and Mr D know exactly where we want our stuff, and there’s no messing about with us. (Just try to avoid asking mum about the scattered litter on the floor… she didn’t like it much last night, apparently the pasta was almost ready and I did a mess… ho hum…)