The Life and Times of Bunnies

Dad took us to the vet this weekend! NOOOO!!!

We knew something fishy was up when this showed up:

Whenever the pet carrier shows up, we know we’re going for a car ride – and we HATE car rides!

Betsy heard the word “vet” mentioned.

Hmmm? What’s that dad? Did you say… vet?

No, you wouldn’t dare.

C’mon, Betsy, let’s check this thing out.

Hmmm… while I’m in here, I might as well mark this as being “mine.”

This is “mine” too.

Unfortunately, despite marking the carrier as “mine,” dad still scooped us up and put us inside and took us on a long car ride to… the v..v…VET!!!

It was not fun. I grunted at the vet when she tried to take me out of the carrier! Dad didn’t think this was very nice so he came and grabbed me… I can’t really grunt like that at dad.

The vet did all sorts of horrible things to us… like brushing our fur around our backsides and sticking some thing in our ears and in our mouth and shining a bright light in our eyes… it was bunny torture, I tell you!

But eventually it was all over and we came home and mum gave us some treats. The vet says we are very healthy – well, duh, I could have told you that!

Anyway, thank goodness we won’t have to go back there again for quite a while!!

WE HATE THE VET!

-Gus

Well, we’re back.

And we’re not happy with dad or mum.

We did NOT like staying at the vet. And we did not like the car ride, either.

We will be dissaproving for quite a while after this incident.

-Gus

I tried… and dad tried… and mummy tried too… but there’s no one available to come serve feed watch us while mum & dad are away, so we’ll have to go stay with the vet for a week.

I’m not happy about this… who will give me treats??

-Gus

I just heard dad make an appointment for Betsy and I to “board” at the vet for the week when he and mum will be out-of-town.

I don’t like the sound of that!!

It’s bad enough to go to the vet for a little while, never mind staying there for a whole WEEK!

I asked dad if we could stay home instead, but he said that smart as we are, we still would need someone to feed us. I said “what if I found someone to come feed us” and he said “if you can find someone trustworthy, then OK, you can stay home instead of going to the vet.”

So… I’m asking any other buns out there… if you know of a good rabbit-sitter somewhere in… let me see… what did dad call this place… hmmm… “Morris” or “Union” counties in New Jersey… that could come and bunny-sit us, let me know!! I don’t want to go to the vet!!

-Gus