Obviously he takes way too long in preparing it, but eventually dad does bring us dinner.
OM NOM NOM.
OK, thanks for dinner dad! …Now go away.
Lately there have been a lot of our wild cousins around the house. Dad likes trying to take pictures of them, but little does he know that these are only the ones we let him see.
Even at a great distance, a bunny is alert to you, dad!
Boing! Your time is up. No more bunny for you, dad!
We’re always here. Always watching. And always disapproving.
You can’t escape the watchful eyes of the bunny!
That’s enough for now, I think. Wouldn’t want to tip our paw early.
So, recently I’ve been trying out a new place to take my afternoon naps.
What? I don’t think there is anything wrong with this location – although dad was rather surprised.
Actually, surprising dad was kind of the point of this exercise. I like to keep him on his toes.
This position in particular really confused dad.
Or, in other words: Mission Accomplished.
Every Easter, I like to remind people of an important fact that often gets overlooked this time of year – namely, that bunnies are not toys, and should not be given like toys at Easter.
This is something that’s a bit personal to me, since I was given to some kids for Easter, who later abandoned me in a parking lot. Fortunately for me, mum saw this happen and rescued me – but every year there are many, many more of my bunny brethren who aren’t so lucky.
Which is why I go to such great lengths to remind people that giving a real, live bunny rabbit as a toy or gift is probably not the best idea.
Of course, if you asked dad, he’d also mention all the “work” that he supposedly has to do, and how vet bills can add up, and how so on and so forth. And I’m sure mum would also mention something about chewing & furniture, but I wouldn’t know anything about that (that’s Betsy’s specialty).
But whichever way you look at it, a bunny is a living animal, not a toy, and we aren’t temporary, either – we can live for 10 years (I’ve just passed my 8th birthday).
So if you’re thinking about getting a bunny for Easter, please think twice about it. So many people aren’t prepared for what taking care of a grown rabbit means – and if you’re not prepared, I would beg you not to get a live rabbit at all – instead, stick with the chocolate kind.
And if you do decide that you’re ready to bring a bunny into your life, perhaps consider adopting one instead? You’d be saving the life of a bunny who’s probably been abandoned – maybe even another Easter bunny, like me.