The Life and Times of Bunnies

Everyone seems to be taking pictures of their fridges lately. Dad thought this would be a fun thing to do, so he took a picture, too.

Honestly, I think it would be better to be IN the fridge, rather than looking at a picture of it. Though looking at this picture, I can tell that mom and dad need to go shopping for us soon!

-Gus

You may have heard that dad passed down his judgment on us. Betsy and I thought it was a little harsh, so we decided to go on strike. Even when dad let us back into his office (but still blocked the guest bedroom), we wouldn’t go in there - we’ll show him who’s boss!

Last night he tried to trick me… he took the bottle of papaya tablets and shook it, and I started to bolt over to  him - but I caught myself just in time, and I gave him a look. Nice try, dad! Still, I would have liked a papaya tablet… actually, I really wanted a papaya tablet. I haven’t had one in a few days now.

So late last night, after dad went to bed, I talked it over with Betsy, and we decided that we’ve been on strike for long enough. So this morning we waited for dad when he got up and followed him around (until he fed us). That was our agreed-on way of “making peace.”

Betsy’s still kind of mad at dad for chasing her out from under the bed and locking us up in the corner, but I think she’ll come around. As for me, as long as I can still get dad to give me treats when I want them, I’m a happy bun.

-Gus

Dad and mum were very sad that I was so angry at them - they apologized to me many times. Although they DID vacuum today (which I never like), they left us alone all the rest of the day. Then when they got home, dad took me outside to the porch and gave me a good brush-down, which I will admit, felt good because I have been shedding a lot lately.

So I came up to him afterwards and gave him a little nose-nudge to let him know that it’s OK and not to be so sad. He then gave me a papaya tablet and that’s how I know everything is OK again.

-Gus

I’m very mad at dad and mum today. They were SO late with breakfast. I got fed up waiting for them and (with Betsy’s help) tossed our bunny forts all around our area, and chewed up a cardboard box in dad’s office, leaving bits of cardboard scattered all over the place.

There is no excuse for not feeding me (I mean, us) on time!

-Gus

Dad came into his office (also known as “our play area”) today with that loud, scary vacuum thing. I don’t like it because it’s very loud (Gus says it makes him feel all tense and scared, what a wuss), and when dad came very close to me, I showed him how much I didn’t like it by nudging it with my nose. That’ll show him!

Of course, then I ran away into the living room (as Gus had done much earlier - leaving me behind!). That thing is loud!

-Betsy

Our breakfast was late AGAIN today. It seems like every few days (I haven’t been counting carefully, but I’d guess it’s about 5) both mom and dad get up very late.

In the words of that famous rabbit Cinnamon, I do not approve! 

This morning, mom didn’t even get up before dad to give us our treats. So we had to get our treats from dad, and although he can be stingy with the papaya tablets sometimes, today he was pretty good. Still, we were hungry and waiting! It’d been, what, 10, 11 hours since dinnertime!

To encourage dad to give me my breakfast - er, I mean, to get our breakfast - I started tossing my jingle ball around. That got his attention, and he finally brought breakfast.

If only dad left the bedroom door open at night, we could hop in and wake daddy and mummy up when it’s time for breakfast, instead of having to wait around.

I’m going to have to talk to Betsy; maybe we can figure out a way to dig through the door or something.

-Gus

Gus came to me the other day and told me that the bedroom was open, and that mom and dad weren’t chasing us out or closing the door anymore! I have to say, I was very excited.

Gus had managed to sneak into the bedroom a couple of times before dad chased him out, and he said the bed was just as much fun to hide under as we remembered. So I was really excited when I followed Gus into the bedroom that night.

Unfortunately, my dad has put some sort of barrier all the way around the mattress so that we can’t get under the bed anymore! I tried digging at it to see if I could get under it, or maybe dig straight through it, but it didn’t work. And my dad kept waking up and telling me not to do that.

So, although the bedroom is now open to us, our main reason for going in there is gone - or blocked, anyway.

Although… my dad keeps mentioning something about a bed just for us to hide under, in some place called the spare bed-oom. I’ll have to keep my eyes open for that one.
We’ll see.

-Betsy

I really don’t like the smell of bacon. My dad was cooking it again this morning - as he often does on weekends - and I just couldn’t stand it. There was no where to go, you could smell it all through the house. Betsy doesn’t seem to mind it as much, but I just cannot stand that smell - it makes me go all weird, I just don’t feel right.

How can anyone eat something that smells like that?

-Gus

It’s so nice to have my mum home again. She was in this “New Jersey” place for a really long time; Gus said she was there for that “work” thing that humans do. I’m so glad she’s home, though. I missed her. Unlike my dad, who picks me up sometimes, my mummy never does that. She talks to me and sometimes gives me a quick little pat - but only quick and little, because she knows that I get scared.

The best thing is that she gets up before dad, and she gives us treats nice and early. When she was gone, sometimes Gus would have to jump on the bed just to wake dad up to remind him to get up and give us our treats! But mummy never forgets.

Gus says I’m a “mummy’s girl,” and I guess I am. I love my mummy!

-Betsy

Lately, my dad has been sleeping in a bit late in the morning - especially on the weekends. So to help remind him that he needs to give me my treats, I’ve started jumping up on the bed to wake him up. It seems to work; he usually gets right up after I get on the bed, and gives me a few pats before I jump down and wait for him to feed me.

I’ve got him so well trained.

-Gus