• Gus is Back Home Again

    Gus came back home today. Mummy brought him home, and I hear the first thing he did on getting out of his carrier was to foot flick mum & dad and run off to join me in our usual spot in dad’s office. (Some of you may have even seen Gus show up on the bunnycam!)

    Dad only gave Gus a little while to say “hi” though, because soon he came and took Gus away and put him in lockdown in our area (complete with a nice, clean litterbox – for poop counting, no doubt). Dad says Gus is eating again – parsley at the moment seems to be what he’s craving – as well as munching on some pellets and even doing a little bit of pooping.

    I hear he’s still going to get fed Critical Care though, at least for a few more days.

    One thing I did notice was that Gus seems to have lost a lot of weight – dad said he’s down by over a pound (about 1/6 of his total body weight). He looks kind of funny too, with his skin hanging a bit loose now. But I’m sure he’ll fill back out again once he’s back to his regular diet. (Speaking of which, I can’t wait to see the big, yummy dinner dad will probably put out for us tonight!)

    In the meantime, I think I might take advantage of the fact that mum and dad are paying a lot of attention to Gus to get some good napping done… and maybe I can even sneak into the bedroom and chew some of mummy’s clothes when she’s preoccupied and not looking at me!

    Still, I guess it’s good that Gus is back home. It’s tough when your “partner in crime” isn’t around!

    -Betsy

  • Gus is at the V.E.T.

    Looks like Gus got dragged off to the dreaded “V.E.T.” Glad it wasn’t me! I told Gus he should eat something this morning – I even left him half of breakfast! But he didn’t listen.

    Then dad came along and scooped him up and carried him away. When dad came back a few hours later, he said Gus was going to be spending the night at the vet, getting fed more critical care, getting subcutaneous fluid injections, pain medicine, and x-rays.

    Last I heard, Gus was sitting in the cage at the vet, furiously biting and tearing at the towel he was sitting on. Oh well. I told him!!

    Dad says Gus will probably be back tomorrow, or maybe Saturday at the latest… right when it’s supposed to start snowing a bunch out here. Good one, Gus, for making dad and mum have to go pick you up in the middle of a snowstorm!

    In the meantime I am enjoying the peace and quiet.

    (Ok, maybe I miss having Gus around… just a little!)

    -Betsy

  • Not Feeling 100%

    Recently I haven’t been feeling 100%. So yesterday, I skipped breakfast.

    This seemed to catch dad’s attention. It wasn’t so bad, I just took the day off to rest up a bit, and dad left me alone (mostly), but last night, after not eating dinner, things got much, much worse.

    First, dad and mum picked me up and tried to give me a tummy rub. I tolerated this for a while, but really, who likes being picked up and their tummy touched? (It tickles.)

    Then later on dad picked me up again and… (wait for it)… syringe fed me some gloopy stuff he called “critical care.”

    Ugh I hate having things stuck in my mouth! The stuff wasn’t so bad (I did eat it), but I really did not want to be fed like this. So after a while I tried my best to wriggle out of dad’s grip, and he finally got the hint.

    As a bonus, he cleaned my litterbox for me – score!

    Anyway, I still kind of don’t feel like breakfast today, and both he and mum are up kind of early this morning and… wait, did I just hear the word “vet” mentioned?

    I think I need to go hide!

    -Gus

  • 2011: The Year of the RABBIT

    Did everyone catch that?

    Yeah. 2011. The year of the RABBIT.

    Obviously, I expect to get extra treats all year long. If I get treats, it will be a happy new year. If I don’t, well…

    -Gus

  • Merry Bunny Christmas!

    This all happened about a month ago, but I was finally able to sneak the photographic evidence away from dad.

    Yes, once again dad forced us to pose for his Christmas card.

    Needless to say, we DID NOT APPROVE.

    bunnies hate christmas card photos What you can’t see is all the stuff around us – dad was trying really, really hard. Just look!

    bunny photo shoot setup

    I think this qualifies as bunny torture.

    This was the final result:

    bunny christmas card picture 2010

    I think we’ve finally convinced dad that “posed” pictures just aren’t going to work with us anymore. We won’t put up with it. I think next year he won’t try anything this outlandish – which means we’ve succeeded in putting a stop to this nonsense. Bunnies: 1, Dad: 0!

    Everyone have a merry Christmas! I hope you get lots of treats!

    -Gus

  • Seriously Not Snuggling

    under-ear snuggle bunnies

    I know what this looks like, but this was seriously not snuggling!!

    I was just… um… using Betsy’s ear to block out the light from dad’s office so I could sleep. Yeah, that’s it!

    No, really!

    -Gus

  • Clean Litterbox Day

    I love clean litterbox day, don’t you?

    clean litterbox day for gus

    -Gus

  • Carrying Food

    Sometimes when dad gives us a piece of carrot with dinner, I like to pick it up in my mouth and carry it over to some corner of our area where I can enjoy it in peace and quiet (without Gus trying to steal it from me – and does anyone else have this problem?).

    But dad also mentions to me sometimes that it seems really weird for bunnies to be carrying food around like that.

    Do any other bunnies pick up food and carry it somewhere else before eating it?

    I’m just curious.

    -Betsy

  • Food Coma

    Like most bunnies, I really enjoy eating a nice big dinner full of dark leafy greens. Romaine lettuce, kale, parsley, dandelion greens – yum!

    And after having a big meal, sometimes I like to just stretch out and digest. Dad does this too sometimes, and he calls it a “food coma.”

    food coma gus

    Oh yeah, big dinner, full tummy… time for a nap!

    Now if only dad would stop bothering me by sneaking up on me and taking my picture, things would be perfect. Ah well.

    -Gus

  • Not Begging

    Mum and dad were away for a week, and honestly the replacement help was… acceptable.

    But when mum and dad came back, I decided to let them know that I think we need more treats.

    gus begging

    Dad says I was “begging” but I prefer to think of this as “commanding.”

    Today, dad had a box of Kashi crackers in his hand. I decided he was being too slow in opening them, so I tried to grab the whole box out of his hands. Unfortunately he was holding on pretty tight, so all I got was the lid.

    kashi cracker box after bunny attack

    Although I didn’t get the box, I did surprise dad quite a bit, which was pretty nice. It’s always good to remind him of how strong I am – it puts him in his place.

    -Gus