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
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
Sometimes mum puts out a mid-morning snack for us by giving us some parsley to munch on (usually after we – or more often, just Betsy – pester her by begging near the kitchen door).
Unfortunately for us, dad was up and alert this time, doing his stupid photo thing.
Do you think you’re being clever or something, dad? You’re not fooling anyone.
Now put that camera down and give me some treats.
Or, y’know, you could take a video of us eating. I guess that’s OK too. Just don’t interrupt us, OK?
-Gus