Category: Bunny Life
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Monday Bunday – Sideways Betsy
Sometimes I just don’t know what Betsy is thinking. That position doesn’t look comfortable to me (click on the picture for a bigger version to see more clearly how she’s laying). What’s worse is when she gets like that, she ends up kicking me… share the box, Betsy! -Gus
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Chillin’
Gus and I enjoy our time out of the “bunny jail” each day. Of course, dad is not allowed to come out of his office while we are here! Later on, of course, it’s time for a nap. Although dad always listens to his music in his office while he works, we like it in…
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I Can Do Climbing, Too!
My friend Potter inspired me to do some climbing of my own today! Dad looked sooooo surprised when he came out and found me up there! I was enjoying chewing on the top of the box. It made a really satisfying “riiiiiip!” But now that dad’s here, I’d better play it safe and get down.…
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Goodbye Stanley, We’ll Miss You
Gus and I learned this morning that Stanley over at the Houseful of Rabbits has passed away. This made both of us very sad, until we remembered that Stanley is now doing binkies on the other side in the endless fields of grass and clover, where the sun is always at just the right spot…
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I Love to Sleep
ZZZZZzzzzz…. -Betsy
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Monday Bunday… from dad?
Dad beat us to our “Monday Bunday” post. Thanks a lot, dad. -Gus
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Betsy and the Temple of Doom
Between dad and the scary vacuum cleaner, I had to find a place to hide… so I did! So then I climbed on top of a mountain and saved the day! I’m soooooo brave! -Betsy
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I Like The Box
This box-tunnel that dad made is pretty fun! Though once I saw him filming me, I had to put on a suitably disapproving face. Gus is always trying to get in the picture. He’s such a camera hog! -Betsy
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Thinking Inside the Box
Some people say to think outside the box – but I do my best thinking inside the box: -Betsy
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I Want to be a “Rock Bun”
I want to be a rock bun. No, not that kind of rock bun – I mean a “rock and roll bunny!” Yesterday I was practicing by thumping on the floor in dad’s office. He wasn’t being very supportive – he kept telling me to be quite and stop thumping. So I thumped some more!…