The Life and Times of Bunnies

Last weekend, dad took us to a “Bunny Spa Day” thing at a nearby pet store.

We got the full treatment – a “bunny massage,” fur brushing, nail clipping… the works.

Of course, it’s all fun and games until someone says “anal scent gland cleaning.” I’m just going to leave it at that.

Normally I don’t like people touching me for any reason (I make rare exceptions for when treats are being given out).

Dad will say he thinks I enjoyed it. But that is ALL LIES.

That is clearly concentrated disapproval.

Um, Betsy, you’re not helping. Don’t let them know you’re enjoying it!

Oh dear.

Well, don’t forget what else they’re going to do to you.

Yep, the dreaded toenail clipping. I warned you, Betsy!

And what’s up with the litterboxes at this place? Way too small if you ask me.

Betsy said the grooming was a bit rough and the stylist didn’t know what to do with her fur.

So she had to fix it herself.

I was just glad to have a moment’s rest – it was very busy. I did get to sniff a few other bunnies on the way out, but the space was soooo small… there wasn’t much room. Of course, it was raining out that day, so maybe that’s why it was inside.

Dad says that the profits from the bunny spa day go to help local rabbit rescue and shelters… so I won’t say it was a total loss. But I’m not doing another one of those things for a loooong while. You hear me, dad?

-Gus

I guess it should come as no surprise to anyone that since it’s getting on towards summertime now, Betsy and I have been shedding a bit.

The downside to this (and the reason why Betsy and I try to hide our shedding for as long as we can) is that dad notices us looking a little “scruffy” and … picks us up and brushes us!

Oh the HORROR!

Oh the INDIGNITY! Oh, wait, it’s all over for me now. I guess I wasn’t shedding too bad, but then again dad DID brush me last week as well.

Betsy, on the other hand, did not get off so lucky.

Betsy is really good at hiding her shedding, so when it starts to show, you know it’s going to be pretty bad. But honestly even I was amazed at how much fur dad brushed off of her!

Dad’s cruel instruments of torture grooming can be seen clearly in these pictures.

Dad said you could almost make a whole other bunny with the fur he brushed off of Betsy. I’m not so sure though; we bunnies have LOTS of fur!!

Betsy hates brushing time as much as anyone, but then again, Betsy tends to hate everything. Dad sometimes calls her an “emo bunny” because of the dark marks around her eyes (and the way she disapproves of everything – she’s a disaproval MASTER).

But in this picture, I think Betsy just wants to go back inside. All that brushing is rough going for such pampered bunnies as us!!

In the end of course, I got a papaya tablet from dad (which I didn’t eat until he was out of sight, of course – can’t let him think I appreciate the treat after such treatment) and Betsy got a cracker from mum (mum never picks us up, she’s so good). So it wasn’t a total loss… I guess.

I wonder how other buns are doing with this weather – is it making you shed, too? And if so, how do you hide it?

-Gus

Post-brushing depression: “I has it.”

Both Betsy and I got brushed today. It was a nice day out, but we don’t like being brushed!

While I will admit that we’ve both been shedding (you might even say “molting”) quite a bit lately, that’s no excuse for dad to come and pick us up! And… the brushing took soooooo long!

But we’ll have our revenge – our fur aggrivates dad’s allergies really badly when he brushes us, so we know that he suffers just as much as we do!

-Gus

Dad didn’t understand why we were both in the litter box at the same time. Dad just doesn’t understand me sometimes – I’m not a complicated bunny. I have simple needs.

Like being groomed.

“Groom me. Now.“

I will admit, this approach doesn’t always work. (It didn’t this time either; but I got the litter box to myself after that, so it was still a win for me!)

-Gus

Dad grabbed me (and Betsy) today and brushed us and clipped our nails.

Not fun!

But, he did give me some crackers afterwards, so it wasn’t too bad.

-Gus

Dad grabbed both Betsy and me last night and gave us a big long brush.

All of that fur came off of Betsy? Don’t brush me dad, there’ll be nothing left of me!!

Dad used both the regular brush (you can see it behind my ears) and the Furminator.

That is a LOT of fur! (The ear drops are for Betsy – she hates them, but the vet said she needed them cuz she’s got just a little bit of stuff in her ears – not much, but a little – better safe than sorry and all that).

On a good note, dad did give me a treat when he brought me back inside. He’s been doing that every time he picks me up. I guess… I guess it’s not so bad. But I won’t tell dad that!

-Gus

This morning after breakfast dad grabbed me and gave me a brush-down.

I am not amused.

Dad, we’ll talk later.

-Gus

I accomplished a lot today.

I climbed a tall, tall tower. And…

I got groomed!

Although I do have to press my head in pretty far before Betsy starts grooming me instead of just herself.

-Gus

Can you believe it? My dad grabbed me AGAIN last night and gave me another brush down! He said I was shedding really badly. Maybe I was – I didn’t really notice. (Betsy got grabbed as well.)

Dad is always very apologetic when he grabs us, though, so it’s not all bad. But I still don’t like being picked up! But being brushed isn’t so bad – it’s like being groomed (sort-of).

-Gus

The other day, dad trapped me in his office and grabbed me and picked me up… and brushed me.

Although I hate being picked up, this brushing/grooming thing isn’t so bad once you get used to it. Dad said I looked like a homeless bunny because I was so shaggy. I dunno about that, dad.

Betsy did say that I looked quite handsome afterwards, but I think she was just grateful that she didn’t get picked up, too.

-Gus