The Life and Times of Bunnies

The other day, dad came home with two ceramic tiles that he put down on the floor. He said they were for me to lay on, and that they’d be nice and cool.

After dissaproving of them suitably in his presence, I decided… they’re OK.

Gus doesn’t like them, though. He thinks they are too slippery.

-Betsy

Dad thought it would be fun to chronicle a “day in the life of Betsy.” So he did. But not with my help!

Is it morning? Do I have to get up?

Oh, you say you’ve got treats? Well then I might come out.

BUUUURP! That was a good breakfast, dad. Now get out of here! I’ve got important business to attend to!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……

Well, I made it into your office. Time for another nap.

…And another.

You can never have too many naps.

After some serious self-grooming, I think I deserve a nap.

Why yes, that is my fur. I like to keep my napping places smelling like me!

What a busy day! Thanks for dinner, dad. I think I’ll lay down with Gus now for an after-dinner nap. Oh, it’s the end of the day? Sweet! Now I can go to bed!

Goodnight!

-Betsy

Gus and I enjoy our time out of the “bunny jail” each day. Of course, dad is not allowed to come out of his office while we are here!

Later on, of course, it’s time for a nap.

Although dad always listens to his music in his office while he works, we like it in here, because he pretty much always leaves us alone.

-Betsy

Gus and I learned this morning that Stanley over at the Houseful of Rabbits has passed away. This made both of us very sad, until we remembered that Stanley is now doing binkies on the other side in the endless fields of grass and clover, where the sun is always at just the right spot in the sky for playing or napping in the shade.

Goodbye Stanley, we’ll miss you, but we’ll see you again someday!!

-Betsy

ZZZZZzzzzz….

-Betsy

Between dad and the scary vacuum cleaner, I had to find a place to hide… so I did!

So then I climbed on top of a mountain and saved the day!

I’m soooooo brave!

-Betsy

Some people say to think outside the box - but I do my best thinking inside the box:

-Betsy

I want to be a rock bun. No, not that kind of rock bun - I mean a “rock and roll bunny!”

Yesterday I was practicing by thumping on the floor in dad’s office. He wasn’t being very supportive - he kept telling me to be quite and stop thumping. So I thumped some more!

Eventually he came and chased me around the house a bit and then picked me up and put me on his lap while he worked. I did NOT like that. His lap is all lumpy and not comfortable or safe-feeling AT ALL.

Finally he let me down. I guess I will have to practice my thumping at night!

-Betsy

Sometimes my lop ears can be a pain in the neck - I can’t aim them the same way Gus can, for instance, to hear things better. But Gus found another way they can be useful - as eye covers:

I suppose I don’t mind - they’ve gotta flop somewhere, and they might as well flop on Gus’s face.

-Betsy

Sorry dad, but this carrot is much too dry.

Hmmm, what’s that? I’ve already eaten most of it? Oh, well, yeah, I had to do that so it would fit in the water bowl, of course!

-Betsy