The Life and Times of Bunnies

Yesterday I didn’t feel too good. I wasn’t really that hungry and… err… well I didn’t like it when mom and dad said I had “poopy butt.” Mom said I’d had too much apple or crackers the past few days - so no more of that for me, and dad said I have to eat more hay.

And to make it worse, they picked me up and cleaned my bottom!

Though… I guess I do feel better now, and it is nice to have less to clean up. I guess they did pretty good (this time).

-Gus

Dad and mom were both late in getting up and feeding us this morning.

So to keep myself amused while I waited an eternity for my breakfast, I decided to dig in my litter box. I always have the feeling that if I just keep digging a little further, I’ll find a prize - like a big box of crackers or something.

When dad finally got up though, he was not impressed with my digging. Typical.

-Betsy

Dad thinks this sort of thing is funny.

Dad, you take us to work every day. We invade your office on a regular basis.

Geez.

-Gus

Mom and Dad have been thinking about planting some stuff out on the porch, and they asked me if I’d like them to grow anything special. Aside from stuff like lettuce, parsley, and kale, of course, since they get that at the store.

I wasn’t sure what to say… I’d like to have fresh stuff. Mom says she’d love it if there were flowers we could eat - as they would both make the porch pretty, and make us buns happy! But being a 100% indoor rabbit, I have no idea.

Do any of my fellow buns out there know of safe stuff my mom and dad can grow? Aside from veggies?

-Gus

I’ve noticed a lot of buzz about this new thing called “Bunspace.” Betsy and I tried the whole “social networking” thing a while back with Petster, but it really didn’t pan out - it was too hard for us to use. (Computers were not designed for rabbits, you know!) But the real reason I’ve been afraid to sign up for these things is because of stalkers - and I’m not talking about the creepy, always-at-the-same-store-as-you kind of stalker, I’m talking about the wants-to-eat-you kind.

Hey, I AM a rabbit, after all!

But maybe I’ll give it another try - if dad can help me with some of the typing, of course!

-Gus

Betsy had the audacity to nudge me out of the way this morning while I was eating some hay.

So I turned around and nudged her right back!

Honestly, Betsy, what’s going on with you? First you try to frame me for your rampage, now you’re nudging me out of the way? Have I gone soft or something…?

-Gus

Whew! All this digging, chewing, and destruction is making me tired. I think I’ll lay down for a nap.

ZZZZzzzzz….

-Betsy

Betsy went on a rampage this morning.

Listen, dad, even though I’m sitting here in the middle of it, I swear to you - it wasn’t me, it was Betsy! Just look at her!

Darn you, Betsy - you’re trying to frame me!

-Gus

Dad says we have to do another meme that Lola tagged us with - something to do with “books.”

Dad said, “this is going to be tricky.” I asked him why, and he just pointed to his bookshelf, which I had never really looked closely at.

Oh.

Yeah, now I see what you mean, dad.

Umm…

I asked him if it could be the closest book to “us,” which would make it the phone book Betsy was chewing on this morning. He said that probably wasn’t in the spirit of the meme. I suppose he was right.

He said, “technically, the closest book to me is this concept car book - but it’s all pictures!” (Dad likes cars.) “And no one would want me to quote 3 sentences out of IBM PC Assembly Language, COBOL - A Structured Approach, or Programming Microsoft Visual C++ (Fifth Edition). All these cookbooks are no good. And the next nearest book to you two… doesn’t have 123 pages in it!”

So I pointed to a book that had a picture of a rabbit on the front (I figure, why not?). After looking at it for a moment, dad nodded and said “I think that might just work, Gus.”

So here’s my 3 sentences from the 123 page (5th sentence in) of Rabbits for Dummies:

Rabbits can be spayed or neutered as soon as they reach reproductive maturity: about 4 months of age or later. Females should be spayed before two years of age to lessen the chance of developing uterine cancer. (See Chapter 13 for more on that topic.)

Errr… not very interesting, is it? Maybe we should have gone with one of dad’s books, instead. Oh dad, you and your crazy reading habits!

-Gus

Am I doing it right?

Hmm… maybe not.

-Betsy