I’m not snuggling with Betsy in this picture. Nope.
I’m actually using her for a pillow. See, only my head is resting on her.
I can’t believe you, dad. First you force feed us both critical care (even though we don’t need it, I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen), but THEN you have the AUDACITY to drag BOTH OF US (not just Gus, but me too!) to the VET!?!
Oh you are SO in my bad books for the rest of your life, dad.
Just you TRY and come one step closer, and I will thump SO HARD, just you wait and see.
This is truly an outrage. And the vet didn’t even find anything wrong with us! So you wasted your time, which is no big deal as far as I’m concerned, but you also wasted MY valuable napping time, which is inexcusable!
Gus: I have no comment on any of this.
Some of you might have heard that Dad was feeding both of us critical care lately. Well, yes, he was. And we hated him for it. But we put up such a fight about it that he finally stopped.
Oh, and we started eating with more enthusiasm too. Maybe that helped. (I doubt it – it was totally our disapproval that did the trick, I’m sure of it.)
Anyway, dad was all happy when he saw us “sharing” a carrot this morning:
The thing is, he doesn’t understand that we have a different definition of “sharing.” As in, this carrot is MINE, Betsy, and you can’t have it, and I’m going to pick it up and take it over to the other corner so I can eat it in peace… and then you’re going to come and take it from me, and I’m going to have to grunt and take it back, and then dad’s going to have to swoop in and “remind” us that actually, yes, he did put out 2 carrots (one for each of us).
Which, of course, we already knew. We just like to play with your mind, dad.
p.s. We are fine, and don’t you ever dare try to syringe feed us critical care again. GOT IT, DAD???
Dad (and mum) say we beg for treats too much. But they’re wrong – we don’t beg for treats… we DEMAND treats!
And sometimes, just to liven things up, we make our demands from the other side of the kitchen (to keep mum and dad on their toes).
C’mon dad, put the camera down and give us some treats.
Time to give the bunnies treats, dad.
…You’re… not going to give us treats, are you?
I don’t even know what to say to this. Betsy’s so mad about the lack of treats that she’s thinking about leaving right through the front door. Look what you’ve done to her, dad! All because you didn’t give us treats!
This is a disgrace. I’m out of here….
…No, wait, maybe we’ll have better luck from the other side of the kitchen. Hi dad! Did you miss us? I know it’s only been like 10 seconds, but… GIVE US TREATS!
You tell him, Betsy. Give him… THE STARE.
…The stare isn’t working, is it?
Even Betsy is shocked by this outrageous lack of treats dispensed on our command.
That’s it, dad, you’re in my bad book now. I’m going to ignore you and your stupid camera and just groom myself to take my mind off of how horrible it is that you didn’t give us treats when we demanded it (for the 10th time this morning). Just who do you think you are, anyway?
Because honestly, who wouldn’t want to watch me sit and eat?
Oh yeah, and Gus might be in these videos somewhere too. I guess.