I don’t care how cute I look – NO TOUCHING.
On the other hand, if you were to, say, put out a few treats for me, I might relax that rule… for just a little while, though.
Dad (and mum) say we beg for treats too much. But they’re wrong – we don’t beg for treats… we DEMAND treats!
And sometimes, just to liven things up, we make our demands from the other side of the kitchen (to keep mum and dad on their toes).
C’mon dad, put the camera down and give us some treats.
Time to give the bunnies treats, dad.
…You’re… not going to give us treats, are you?
I don’t even know what to say to this. Betsy’s so mad about the lack of treats that she’s thinking about leaving right through the front door. Look what you’ve done to her, dad! All because you didn’t give us treats!
This is a disgrace. I’m out of here….
…No, wait, maybe we’ll have better luck from the other side of the kitchen. Hi dad! Did you miss us? I know it’s only been like 10 seconds, but… GIVE US TREATS!
You tell him, Betsy. Give him… THE STARE.
…The stare isn’t working, is it?
Even Betsy is shocked by this outrageous lack of treats dispensed on our command.
That’s it, dad, you’re in my bad book now. I’m going to ignore you and your stupid camera and just groom myself to take my mind off of how horrible it is that you didn’t give us treats when we demanded it (for the 10th time this morning). Just who do you think you are, anyway?
Today is International Rabbit Day. Wait, isn’t every day “rabbit day” around here?
And does this mean we get more treats today?
Look at poor Betsy, dad. She wants a treat. Won’t you give her (and me) one? I think it’d be in your best interest. If Betsy doesn’t get a treat, she might start hungerly eyeing mum’s shoes, if you know what I mean…
I’ll tell you what, dad… it’s a whole day event here. There had better be some more treats for us by the end of the day. That’s all I’m saying.
Happy International Rabbit Day to everyone else…
Mum and dad were away for a week, and honestly the replacement help was… acceptable.
But when mum and dad came back, I decided to let them know that I think we need more treats.
Dad says I was “begging” but I prefer to think of this as “commanding.”
Today, dad had a box of Kashi crackers in his hand. I decided he was being too slow in opening them, so I tried to grab the whole box out of his hands. Unfortunately he was holding on pretty tight, so all I got was the lid.
Although I didn’t get the box, I did surprise dad quite a bit, which was pretty nice. It’s always good to remind him of how strong I am – it puts him in his place.
Dad’s a big dope. He forgot to turn on the bunnycam today. Not that I would notice, since lately I’ve been spending my days out in our area, instead of in dad’s office (I need a break from Gus constantly trying to get me to groom him). But Gus told me about it. So, if you were looking forward to watching the bunnycam and watching Gus sleep all day long, blame dad. It’s all his fault.
Then, at the end of the day, he came out and cleaned my area – and I was not happy! I worked really hard to mess it up just the way I like it! How dare he clean it all up!
Just to show dad how mad I was, I didn’t even leave the area as he cleaned. I stayed there – even when he ran the loud vacuum cleaner. I think he knows I wasn’t happy, because he finished quickly and put out a big bowl of nice, fresh hay. (I waited until he wasn’t looking to come over and eat it, of course – can’t have him thinking that I appreciate what he did!)
Then dad came out and took some pictures – but he took them from the same spot he normally sits to give us treats. So, naturally, I came up for a look.
Ignore him and spend some time grooming myself, of course.
He left just after that. I think he learned his lesson.
Sometimes dad gets up first, so he gives us treats instead of mummy (who usually gets up first and usually gives us our treats). Dad is a bit more strict than mummy when it comes to treats, though…
Gus is always begging for more treats than I do. Mum always says he’s such a “naughty boy!” Not me, though! I’m a perfect lady.
Ummm…. see? Perfect lady, much more dainty than Gus… ummm… right?
Wait, is Gus getting another cranberry? No fair! (Actually dad gave me one after this so it’s OK.)
…are there any more treats, dad?
What?? No more treats!?!?
Well if there are no more treats, then I’m outta here! Goodbye! Harumph!
Mmmm… secret treat from mummy! Yay for me!!
Dad keeps the treats on the floor by the steps near our part of the living room. They are in sealed containers which are too much work to chew through. Lately, however, there’s even been a box of crackers there… with an open box top. I can smell the crackers. (Are you trying to taunt me, dad?)
Actually, as it turns out, I can tip this box over and if I sqeeze my head in there really hard, I might get a piece of cracker!!
Dad’s been in the room when I did this, and I haven’t gotten squirted with water yet, so it must be OK!
Now I just have to keep this discovery a secret from Betsy…