The Life and Times of Bunnies

What can I say? Sometimes I just really like to lie down in the litter box.

As you might have guessed, dad cleaned it today, so it was nice clean fresh litter. Mmmm.

Betsy just prefers to lay on the rug. Dad says Betsy looks “smooshed.” Didn’t I mention before that we buns are very flexible?

-Gus

I snapped my dewclaw off. Again. Remind me again why we have these things?

My paw is a bit sore now, too, which sucks. And to make things worse, even though I tried really, really hard to hide it, dad noticed… and picked me up… and looked at my paw. He said he wanted to make sure I was OK, but he just wanted to pick me up, I’m sure. I didn’t like it it! I never like it!

As for my paw, I’m fine - it’s just a little sore, that’s all.

Do any other bunnies have problems with dewclaws? Betsy says hers have never bothered her, but I don’t know if it’s just me or what…

-Gus

Sometimes Betsy and I fight over who looks the most relaxed.

This morning, Betsy looked very relaxed in the middle of the bedroom. So I sniffed at her bum and she got up and moved, and I took her place.

But she got back at me… by sitting on my face!

Well, sort of, anyway.

It’s not so bad, I guess. I can make the best of this.

Yeah… that’s it. The trick is not to get mad, but to make the best of the situation. After all, Betsy’s very furry and her hindquarters make a nice pillow!

-Gus

Dad and mum are planning to go away later this year, when mum’s parents visit from someplace called “Australia.”

Normally dad makes arrangements for someone to take care of us when they go away (not that they go away often - I disapprove of them leaving) but this time we decided to take the initiative!

Dear Auntie Julie,

Mum and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa are thinking about going away to Maryland and DC for a weekend. It’s Grandma and Grandpa’s first time over here, so mum thought it would be fun. Normally Mum and Dad take us with them when they go away, but we don’t want to see the Washington Monument. Maybe if it was the Carrot Monument. Yum, carrots…

When we can’t go with them, they take us to board at the vet, like what they are doing when they go to Niagara Falls the following week with Grandma and Grandpa. But we didn’t like this idea, we hate the vet - if we had opposable thumbs we would kill her and take her treats.

But we digress, we told Mum and Dad that since its just for Friday and Saturday night, why don’t they just leave us at home?

That would be OK. We like it here at home. There is plenty of stuff for us to do, like chew the carpet or scratch up Mum’s brand new hand painted imported side-table (check us out in it below, we call it our Temple of Doom). Mum said we would be OK with pellets and hay, but Dad is all worried that we will miss our daily greens and treats. So we were wondering if you could come visit us just once over the weekend, maybe Saturday afternoon - and put out some fresh veggies for us. And treats. Don’t forget the treats. Lots of them. Treats. Mmmmmm. Actually, if you just want to give us just treats and no greens, that’s OK too.

We won’t bother you when you come visit, we will likely be sleeping and look at you with disdain and indifference. We may even leave you some poops as a thank you.

Love Gus and Betsy

I think we’ll get a good response… don’t you?

-Gus

Dad and mum built us a new castle to play in - I guess they figured Betsy and I had chewed the old box so much that it wasn’t structurally sound anymore.

They went all out this time, it seems!

I dunno… two levels? Maybe it’ll be fun… but we’ll have to properly dissaprove of it first, lest mum and dad think that we appreciate something they’ve done for us.

-Gus

We made a new addition to our box, with a little help from Dad to clean it up.

It’s fun to poke your head through the hole! Sometimes we like to climb up through it and onto the roof - although having the hole there makes it a little less stable. I guess we should’ve thought of that before we chewed the hole, huh?

-Gus

Dad wonders sometimes if bunnies have bones.

Well, yes, but we are very flexible.

-Gus

Mummy let us out this morning - finally! I was getting SO BORED being cooped up in that area. Betsy and I did a bunch of binkies!

Still, we didn’t get our morning treats - so I guess mum hasn’t totally forgiven us yet. Dad says we’re on “probation.” So we’ve got to watch ourselves.

Dad also said that when he goes out to the carpet store today, we might be put back under lockdown, because he said he can’t trust us anymore.

Bummer.

I guess I’d better make an effort to soften them up by looking extra cute… maybe I’ll jump up on the couch and say “hi” to mummy? She’ll like that, right?

-Gus

He’s always cleaning up our fur… food… hay… and other stuff we leave lying around. Which just means we get to have more fun making the mess all over again!

Also: we got a new box! I’m not sure about this one. It’s kind of… low?

What do you think?

-Gus

The other morning, dad got up to get a coffee. When he came back, this is what he found:

Sorry, dad. I’m not budging.

It’s MY desk now. You may sit there only if you promise not to disturb me.

To his credit, he did sit down very carefully and avoided putting his feet near me.

Oh, and in case you were wondering - all those wires are too high for me to reach - they’re just barely out of reach, too. Though that bothers Betsy more than me - she’s the one who likes to munch on wires, not me.

-Gus