It’s a tough life, being me. You wouldn’t believe the things I have to put up with.
Like, for example, this:
There I was, just trying to take an after-dinner nap, and Betsy came along and sat on my face.
*sigh* The things I put up with…
-Gus

It’s a tough life, being me. You wouldn’t believe the things I have to put up with.
Like, for example, this:
There I was, just trying to take an after-dinner nap, and Betsy came along and sat on my face.
*sigh* The things I put up with…
-Gus

After eating a big meal (and scattering bits of it around the floor of course) it’s important to rest and relax, to allow time for digestion. This lets your host know that you found the meal… acceptable.
Needless to say, Gus and I are experts at this.
-Betsy

Sometimes I like to enjoy my dinner bunny-style.
And by “bunny-style” I mean “pulling it out of the food bowl and onto the floor.”
Dad doesn’t always appreciate this; but who cares what he thinks? (Not me!)
-Betsy

Just a little advice that I’m passing along… when you see a bunny sleeping peacefully – like this:
DON’T WAKE HIM UP.
OR ELSE.
That is all.
-Gus

What’s that, dad? You say someone suggested we replace our box in your office, the one by the bunnycam?
Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.
-Betsy

Lately I’ve been unhappy with the placement of our box. (Well, I’ve been unhappy about a lot of things – like being brushed, having my nails clipped, being picked up, breakfast being late, dinner not having enough parsley, insufficient treats, too much attempts at petting me, but… I won’t get into that.)
So, I finally decided to move it myself, since dad is useless in this regard.
As a bonus, our box now serves as a barrier to our area that only we can get through!
We also decorated it, to make sure dad understands the meaning and stops trying to move it back. Hopefully this time he gets the point.
-Betsy

I’m not snuggling with Betsy in this picture. Nope.
I’m actually using her for a pillow. See, only my head is resting on her.
Obviously.
-Gus
