Dad was wondering the other day why I was flopped in the middle of the living room. (Conveniently blocking his path, I might add.)
The answer, of course, is because I can. After all, this is my house.
And don’t you forget it, dad!
-Gus

Lately, dad’s been sticking his nose (or rather, his camera) into places he shouldn’t be. Like into our maze haven thingy.
…anyway, this is the inside of our hideaway. I’ve made some alterations myself of course to suit our taste. What do you think?
-Betsy

So the other day I’m just chillin’ in dad’s office, just relaxing and thinking about bunny stuff, when dad gets off his chair and comes down to my level.
Naturally, I had to investigate.
Sadly, there were no treats to be had – just dad and his stupid camera. Which you can’t eat. (Trust me on this one – I’ve tried.)
-Gus
