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

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

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

What’s the matter dad? I don’t see anything wrong here.
What’s that? “Personal space?”
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
-Gus

Dad was wondering what Betsy and I were doing behind the chair in his office the other day.
So I told him we’re very, very busy, doing very, very important things.
Like napping.
I think he got the hint.
-Gus

Dad doesn’t understand why I hang out by our Buddha statute sometimes.
I told him he’ll never reach bunny enlightenment with that sort of attitude.
-Gus

What’s that dad? You think we’re up to something? I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Nope, Gus isn’t up to anything either.
Nothing suspicious here, dad. I’m absolutely not eying your table legs. Just move along, there’s nothing to see.
-Betsy

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

Dad says I’m always a little grumpy looking when I wake up from my naps.
I don’t know what he’s talking about.
Um….
Oh, dad, you are so going to get it for this one.
-Gus
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
