The Life and Times of Bunnies

Dad says I’m not allowed on his chair anymore.

I have no idea why.

-Gus

A wise bunny (probably me) once said: “Happiness is a clean litter box.”

So true:

Yes, I do love a nice clean litter box – but then, who wouldn’t?

Of course, my enjoyment of a clean litter box can only last so long. Eventually Betsy will jump in (while I’m still in here!) and try to push me out of the way so she can use the box (for its named purpose). Then, inevitably, on the 2nd day Betsy will get the urge to dig in the litter box, scattering the nice clean litter all over the place – and after that, it’s never quite the same (even though dad does usually come by and clean up Betsy’s mess).

Still, it’s nice while it lasts. Dad tends to think that I’m kind of weird for liking to lay in my clean litter box – but I think that’s just because he’s never tried it, so he doesn’t understand how nice it is.

Do any other bunnies enjoy lounging in freshly cleaned litter boxes?

-Gus

As we all know, I lead a very busy life. Because of this, I need to take frequent breaks… which I take whenever I want to, wherever I happen to be at the time.

Like, say, right next to dad’s desk, while he’s hard at work:

“Don’t mind me, dad, I’m just taking a quick nap. You keep working though.”

-Gus

My dad tells me that the For Bunny Sake Rabbit Rescue organization is actually kind of near where I live.

Dad also tells me that they are trying to raise money to build a permanent shelter & education site for rabbits – I think this is a Good Idea.

So, if you can (and I know you can), please give them a donation – even a small one would help. It’s super-easy – you can donate with PayPal on their website (you have to scroll down a bit), or donate via check or even just drop off supplies that they need!

So, c’mon. Help them out. If you do, I promise to… not disapprove of your very existence (for a little while, anyway).

-Gus

I am still the king of the big chair, as I proved to dad today when I jumped right into it (surprising dad quite a bit in the process):

Of course, dad didn’t quite like it when I started attacking the brown blanket – biting and chewing and tossing it. So he shoo-shoo-ed me out of the chair (but not before I grunted at him a few times in disapproval).

I am the King, dad, the KING!

-Gus

Sometimes I think dad gets the mistaken idea that he’s the boss around here because he sits in chairs instead of on the floor.

So I decided to correct him.

You see, dad? I can sit in the chair too.

Which means I’m the boss.

Now go fetch me some treats.

As you can imagine, though, dad didn’t give me any treats. So Betsy and I blocked him in his office for a while and wouldn’t let him out.

Not as satisfying as treats, but still a good day’s work if you ask me.

-Gus

I think dad’s camera is broken – it’s taking ghost pictures!

His next picture was much better, a true representation of where I had been the whole time.

See dad? I’m right here, not behind the door. Nope. Not behind the door. Just here, sitting, watching you pretend to work (while secretly taking pictures of me).

Despite this, dad asked me “what were you doing behind there?”

I said “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Since dad’s eyes were clearly playing tricks on him (maybe he’s working too hard?) I said “see you later, dad” and hopped off.

I think dad needs to get his eyes checked out. Because I was clearly, definitely, certainly not up to anything behind the door there.

-Gus

I had a dream… and it went something like this:

-Gus

It seems like whenever I try to sleep, dad comes around and starts taking pictures.

So I like to get back at him by sleeping in a way where he’s not sure if I’m awake, asleep, or even if I’m alive!

We refer to these as “dead bunny flops,” because the first time we did one (it was Betsy who first did it) dad got scared and thought we were dead!

Of course, now dad is used to them so he takes pictures of us anyway. I guess we’ll just have to try something new, like sleeping with one eye open and creeping him out.

We’ll let you know how that works out.

-Gus

Mum and dad are back. But we can’t let them know that we missed them at all. Instead, we must act as disinterested in their return as possible.

Fortunately, we rabbits excel at this:

“Oh. You’re back. We didn’t notice.”

-Gus