Hmm? What? Did you say treats? Treats! I want treats!
Gimme gimme gimme. Ignore Gus, just give me some treats!
-Betsy
Dad says he is our slave and has to do all this work in preparing our food for us. (Well, duh, obviously.)
Honestly I don’t see what the problem is – it doesn’t look like much work to me.
Though next time I’d prefer if he put that food in my bowl instead of storing it. In fact, just give it all to me!
-Betsy
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.
-Gus