Category: Pictures
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Boxes
Dad put this little box in my area today. He says he’s not sure whether I hate the box or whether I really enjoy playing with it. I’m not saying one way or the other – I’ll let you decide for yourself.
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Totally Innocent
For some reason, dad always assumes we’re up to “no good.” He also likes to capture photographic “proof” of us being up to “no good.” He’s just weird like that. We were totally innocent; just sniffing around – honest! Betsy noticed someone watching us. “Oh no, it’s dad!” she said. Yeah, yeah, whatever, Betsy. Help…
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Simple Needs
Dad didn’t understand why we were both in the litter box at the same time. Dad just doesn’t understand me sometimes – I’m not a complicated bunny. I have simple needs. Like being groomed. “Groom me. Now.“ I will admit, this approach doesn’t always work. (It didn’t this time either; but I got the litter…
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Comfortable
Actually, this is quite comfortable. -Betsy
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Grounded, Again
Dad caught us both on the couch today. We’re not supposed to be up there. He squirted us with water and then we were grounded for the rest of the day. I tried sulking, but dad didn’t react. Maybe… I shouldn’t get on the couch? At least, not when dad’s around! -Gus
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Chillaxin’ With Dad
Just chillaxin’ with dad; listening to some ‘tunes. -Gus
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Don’t Cook Vegetables
I like my veggies raw, thank you very much. This is what I’d do to anyone who suggested cooking my precious carrots: Yeah, that’s right. Don’t mess with my carrots!! -Betsy
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Treats
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…
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Dad Thinks This Stuff is Funny
Dad was browsing some silly website, and he kept laughing, and these were the pictures he showed me. I just gave him a disapproving look and went back to sleep. -Gus
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Dad’s Gone Crazy
I think dad may have gone crazy. Maybe he’s trying to make up for the unspeakable act of leaving us at the vet for a week. I don’t know. But last night, after feeding us, he sat down outside our enclosure and read us a bedtime story. Maybe it was because it had rabbits (hares,…