The Life and Times of Bunnies

Mum and dad went to someplace called the “Metropolitan Museum of Art” this weekend.

Dad said we couldn’t come along because our constant disapproval would’ve shattered the sculptures and set the old paintings on fire.

He’s no fun.

Above: Forget cats, the Egyptians apparently also thought rather highly of rabbits.

Quite possibly the earliest depiction of “rabbit dissaproval” as well.

Is that a bird or a rabbit?

Oh, it’s a “rabbit running in field.” If you ask me, I would’ve titled it “rabbit giving you the foot-flick.”

Whoah! Those are some tough looking bunnies! (Is that bottom one holding a lizard in its mouth? Ewww!) The top one looks like he’s about to charge! This is undoubtedly the last work by this artist, as he didn’t survive the encounter with such vicious rabbits.

So, there you have some of the best selections of rabbit art throughout the ages.

I, of course, completely dissaprove.

-Gus

Dad, this is simply unacceptable.

When I say “breakfast now,” I mean “breakfast - NOW!”

-Gus

I disapprove of empty food bowls.

-Gus

Yesterday I was laying outside of dad’s office, guarding it.

Dad was too scared to come out of his office with ME there!

So I gave him some concentrated “rabbit disapproval.”

You didn’t give me enough treats today, dad… therefore, YOU SUCK!

Later I found dad slumped over in his chair shivering… I guess I may have laid on the disapproval a little too heavy, so I came in and talked him out of his slump.

It’s OK dad. Just don’t let it happen again, OK? Treats at 7:30am sharp next time, got it?

I must be going soft in my old age.

-Gus