My mum also got me another new toy, which I really enjoy. It’s a sort of cardboard tunnel-thing.
See? It’s really fun to race through. Especially if Gus is nearby, so I can crash into him. (For some reason, he doesn’t think this is as much fun as I do.)
It’s also really good for lurking inside of – you can barely see me! And it’s long enough that it makes for a good hiding place from dad – he can’t reach inside. Bonus!
Thanks, mum!
-Betsy
You might remember that hay/straw tube-thing that dad got me a while back, right?
You might also have noticed that it’s not very big, and once I started to chew it, it came all apart. You can imagine how I felt about that.
Well, my mum bought me a bigger & better version – but it came with its own problem; namely, that it only has a hole at one end!
Well, don’t worry, I can fix that.
Hmmm, it’s a tight squeeze, but it is big enough in here that I can get some good digging done.
It’ll take me a little while, but I’m sure I can open up a hole on the other side!
What’re you looking at, dad? Can’t you see I’m busy here? Sheesh.
Another good thing about this toy is that not only can I dig and scratch at the inside, but it makes a huge mess! I know dad will love that.
This is just another example of why I like mum more than dad.
-Betsy
It’s been a while since we posted, but we’re still here. (You can always check us out on the bunnycam.)
Dad was doing some sort of upgrade to our website’s server, and said we couldn’t post while he was doing that. It was only supposed to take a few days.
It has been more than a “few days” now.
But don’t worry, I expressed my disapproval to dad in a format he’s sure to understand: via a drawing on his whiteboard!
Betsy, on the other hand, was much more direct:
Dad says he’s still trying to get that upgrade done, so hang in there. Once we get the all-clear from him, we’ll be back to our (somewhat) regular schedule.
-Gus
Last night I had an idea for some art, so after working really hard on it, I eventually finished it. But when dad came by and saw it, he was confused and didn’t understand.
I don’t know why. He said I was “weird” and “crazy.” I just don’t get him. I guess he just has no appreciation for true art.
-Betsy
Earlier today I saw dad sitting on the floor – so naturally I thought I’d come over and check to see if he had any treats.
Needless to say, I was rather disappointed to find there were none – dad was just taking pictures (again).
Betsy came along shortly after to see if she’d missed out on anything, but I told her she was wasting her time – dad had no treats.
Disgraceful.
-Gus
Dad tried to help us out by “fixing” our cottontail cottage.
Hmmm… I’m not sure if this counts as “fixing,” but then again it is more structurally stable now. And I can chew in places I couldn’t before, so that’s good.
I guess we’ll see.
-Betsy
There are some… problems with Betsy’s new arrangement of the Cottontail Cottage.
Specifically, now it’s really hard for me to get at the hay!
C’mon, how am I supposed to get at the hay now? Just look at it! 
I told dad to do something about it, but he just kept taking pictures. He is useless.
So, I had to try getting at the hay myself.
This is not easy… 
Well I got a little bit, but this is too much work, I think I need to go lie down. 
Ugh, what a mess. Dad, make yourself useful and just fix it for me while I lie here, OK? And be quick about it. And be quiet too. And, while you’re at it, bring me some treats. Got all that?
Good.
-Gus
Dad says I have structurally compromised our Cottontail Cottage:
I don’t know what he’s talking about. CLEARLY this was the result of a severe bunquake; probably a 8.2 on the destructo-scale if you ask me.
Interestingly, now that our Cottontail Cottage has toppled over, it’s even more fun! For example, now I can hide inside and eat hay at the same time.
Nice! (Can you see me through the door?)
It’s still fun to poke my head out and see what’s going on. Oh, and by the way, dad gave me that hay-tube-thing the other day, saying that I needed something to “take my destructive tendencies out on.” Yeah, I don’t get what he’s talking about either.
The back side of the cottage is quite a mess – so much so that I wouldn’t allow dad back there to take photos (too dangerous).
Dad thinks the house is a total loss; I think it can still be salvaged. (At least, until we lose another wall!)
What do you think? Should we try to save the cottage, or just tear it down and get a new one?
-Betsy
Dad is really weird. He is always taking the weirdest photos of us. Like this:
Gus and I were just trying to have a nice nap behind his chair, and he had to come over and… BEEP! Photo taken!
Couldn’t he have gotten a more flattering photo of me?
Geez. I just don’t get it.
-Betsy
Most of the time Betsy and I are pretty “set in our ways,” that is, we have a daily routine and we pretty much stick to it.
But sometimes we like to mix things up a little bit, just to confuse dad.
The other day, around dinnertime (when we normally leave dad’s office and come out into the livingroom), I decided to come out a little bit early. I found dad sitting on the couch, and decided to play a little game with him.
I sat in front of him and looked at him for a while.
Then I lay down, and just kept staring at him.
Needless to say, dad was very confused. He kept asking me what I was doing. I kept quiet and just kept staring at him.
Eventually I got up, stretched, and went into my area to wait for dinner. The rest of the day went as normal.
I think dad is still scratching his head over that one.
Success!
-Gus