Yes, I can see you dad.
I think I need a sign that says “do not disturb.”
In the meantime, my glare will have to do.
-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
Mum and dad have a nickname for me; they sometimes call me “little bear.” I guess because… I have brown in my fur, like a bear? Or maybe it’s because I’m ferocious like a bear?
Anyway, apparently this means that this parsley is specifically for me – sorry Gus, you’re out of luck. This one is all mine – after all, it’s got my “name” written all over it!
-Betsy