Nothing to see here, I’m not up to anything
Thursday, February 4th, 2010There is nothing for you to see here dad; I’m not up to anything. Just go back to your computer and look the other way.
Ummmm…. I’m just… looking!
See? Nothing to see here; it’s just Gus sitting around, nothing unusual about that. (Pay no attention to the bunny behind the curtain!)
Say what now? That’s not me – it must be your camera not working again. You should look into that. Because it clearly wasn’t me.
Nope, I was sitting here all along.
You just… missed seeing me hop over here from the left, that’s all dad. Yep, I’ve been here the whole time, not being up to anything no-good at all.
I’ll just… be going over here now. And there’s no need for you to look behind that curtain to see if I was there, because, as I said, I wasn’t there. Trust me.
-Betsy
Not Up To Anything
Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010Snuggled
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010So the other day, mum wanted a cuddle with us. So she made dad pick us up and then she snuggled us. (One at a time, of course – we are too much bun for any one person to handle all at once!)
Gus is no good with the snuggling – if you pat his nose just right, he starts to go all dreamy and relaxed.
Gus, THAT WILL NOT DO.
When I get snuggled I try to bury my head in mummy’s neck. Using my claws also helps too; I always try to keep them nice & sharp so nobody even thinks of picking me up! I also make sure that I shed as much as I can, to really aggravate mummy’s allergies and asthma. That way, she’ll put me down quicker.
But this time, nothing worked – dad grabbed me (after a short chase around the house) and mum snuggled me for a good long time, all the while petting my nose and stroking my ears. While this may be fine for her, I DON’T LIKE IT.
So, in retaliation, the next day I got up on the couch and chewed a hole in one of the pillows.
But I cleverly did it while mum & dad were out, so they couldn’t punish me for it! I win!
That should teach them not to pick me up!
-Betsy
Letter to my Auntie
Thursday, January 21st, 2010Dear Auntie Leisa:
I miss you.Mum doesn’t give me as many treats as you. That makes me sad. And mad. So I have been acting really bad. But then Dad locks us up as punishment. I hate it here. Can I comeĀ live with you?
Love Betsy
P.S I wouldn’t want Gus to come. Just so you know.
(Auntie Leisa is the one who took care of us while mum & dad were away.)
-Betsy
We Are Grounded
Friday, January 15th, 2010Dad has grounded us – or put us in “lockdown” as he calls it – for misbehaving.
I don’t know what he’s talking about. We didn’t do anything bad.
…Except for rip up the carpet a bit.
…And get on the couch and scratch it.
…And get under the side table and scratch that.
…And worm our way behind the couch where we’re not allowed (and haven’t been for years).
…And chomp on the power cord to a lamp.
…And continue chomping on the power cord to a lamp, after being told off by mummy, while she is still standing there watching me.
But other than that, we’ve been perfect little angel bunnies!
It’s so unfair.
-Betsy
Bunny Clock
Thursday, January 14th, 2010Mum and dad got a new clock with a bunny on it.
We disapprove of this. After all, it should have a picture of US on it, not some strange bunny we don’t know.
Also: a clock should only have a few markings on it: treat time, breakfast time, and dinner time. This clock doesn’t have any of those. Therefore, it sucks.
-Betsy
I Miss my Mummy
Friday, December 25th, 2009I miss my mummy.

Gus says she’ll be home soon. I’ll be glad. (But mum – you’re never putting silly costumes on me again. EVER. At least, not if you want your shoes to remain unharmed… understand?)
-Betsy
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Dad is Teasing Us
Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009Enjoying the New Area
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009Gus and I spent some time recently “customizing” our new area.
Of course, dad doesn’t see this as “customizing,” he sees it as “making a big mess.”
Dad has no sense of fun.
-Betsy
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p.s. We will be posting while mum and dad are away – we bunnies cannot be contained! Either that, or Gus will set up a wifi connection in our Cottontail Cottage. He’s pretty smart – gets it from watching dad, I guess.











