Photos

My dad has apparently gotten tired of managing the photos of us on his website manually, so he signed up for something called “Flickr.” He says it lets him put photos of us up easily. We’ll see.

Here’s the album or whatever it’s called. I imagine he’ll have some of his own photos in there, besides just us rabbits, but we’ll see how things go.

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait

Playing

Last night I was sitting out in the living room, and my daddy was sitting on the floor by the couch. I was watching him closely, in case he tried to pick me up. But instead, he took the little jingle-toy from the floor and rolled it in front of me. I had just put it aside, so I picked it up with my mouth and tossed it off to the side.

Then, he did it again. So, I tossed it aside again. And he did it again! So, I tossed it again.

Gus later told me that this is a fun game, and I guess… maybe… it was sort of fun to throw that jingle-thing. I do like the sound it makes when you throw it. Although to me, the most wonderful sound is the “rrrrrip” of cardboard when you tear a big piece off.

Still, I guess it was a good night, since my dad didn’t try to pet me or pick me up.

-Betsy

Betsy’s Portrait

Outside Time

I’ll make this quick, because I don’t want to be caught here at the computer, but my daddy brought Gus and I down to Grandma’s house the other day. It wasn’t bad. He took some pictures, I guess.

Uh-oh… gotta run!

-Betsy

Betsy’s Portrait

The Scary Vet

My dad tricked me yesterday! He offered me treats – my favorite, dried cranberries – but he just ended up sticking the both of us into the nasty car carrier and driving us to the vet! Oh how I hate going there!

I especially don’t like the bit where they stick that thing in my mouth and look at my teeth. And then my dad had the audacity to leave us there! Something about our teeth having “points” or something like that. I don’t really remember much else – I think I fell asleep! But I was not happy with him. When we got home I went straight under the bed in protest, and when Betsy didn’t come, I went out and got her and together we sulked under the bed.

My dad pleaded with us the next day to forgive him, and he apologized (while also reminding us that we only go to the vet once a year), but still… I don’t like the vet!!

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait

Pictures of Us

My dad posted some pictures of us on his blog. I have a hard time working the camera to get pictures myself, so I’ll leave it to him to do the picture-things.

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait

Doing Better

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am doing much better. My paw hardly hurts at all now, and my dad tells me that my claw looks clean and is healing nicely. Thank goodness for that; it really hurt for a while there!

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait

Gus is Hurt

Gus asked me to write this post for him. He hurt is paw the other day; he cracked his dew claw off near the base. It is very sore for him, though he tries to hide it. Mom and Dad say he’ll be fine, and that it will get better in a few days. I heard something about a visit to the vet, but I don’t think that’ll be for a few days.Gus is doing much better now, he even jumped on the couch today. He did get picked up the other day while mom and dad looked at his paw, and I’m sorry to say I was just glad it wasn’t me that they were picking up. But I’m glad that Gus is feeling a bit better now, he says his paw isn’t nearly as sore anymore.

Well, it’s getting late, I’m going back under the bed.

-Betsy

Betsy’s Portrait

I Am An Easter Bunny

Well, another Easter has come and gone (mostly). It’s been an uneventful day for me – I spent most of the day under the bed with Besty. It’s so nice and warm under here – it’s the best place to spend the middle of the day.

I said I was going to tell the story of how I came to live here, and I figured this would be the right time for it, since it was around this time of year that it all happened (about 2 years ago now).

I was an Easter bunny – a gift for some kids at Easter time. About a week after Easter, these kids were giving me a very hard time. They were playing in a parking lot beside my current home, throwing me up in the air and spinning me around in circles by holding onto my legs. I was absolutely terrified.

My mom saw what the kids were doing to me from her porch. Then the kids were called back to their house, or they got bored – I don’t really remember. They left me there, in the parking lot, on the hard ground. I was dizzy and confused, so I hopped away, trying to find a place to hide. I heard my mom come down, but she didn’t see me. A little while later, I hopped back out in the open, wondering if I was going to be left outside forever. That’s when my mom came down again and picked me up.

She raced back upstairs with me, and put me in the bathroom to start with – it was the only “bunny-proof” room in the house at the time. I heard her on the phone, calling people, asking what she should do. She said the kids had mistreated me, and wanted to make sure I had a good home. Her voice was very nice, and she had an accent that I’d never heard before. I wasn’t too scared now – the bathroom floor was slippery, but it was a safe place, I could tell. Nobody would get me in there, and that felt good, because I was still a bit shaken up by all this. And also, the bathroom, small as it was, was much lager than the cage I had been kept in.

My mom didn’t know what to do, and she had to go to work the next day. She left me a carrot and a little bit of greens – all that she had in the house, as I later learned. I spent my first day alone in the bathroom, but it wasn’t too bad. The cool tile was nice on my sore feet.

That night, my mom came home and was very happy to see me. She built me a little house out of stuff she had lying around, and she had bought some hay, pellets, and lettuce on the way home. I enjoyed my first “real” dinner. I didn’t mind her at all, and I liked the smell and look of the house.

I spent a few days in that makeshift cage, until my dad got home. He had been away on vacation with some friends for a few days, and he was surprised to find me in his house! I didn’t mind him at all, either – his voice was very friendly. He told me about the guinea pigs he used to live with, and the next day he and my mom came home with a spare guinea pig cage, which they put me in, along with some nice soft bedding. I was still very small, so it wasn’t too cramped. I was enjoying the food they were giving me (fresh greens), and it was nice to not be picked up all the time.

The nicest bit, though, was that they let me out of my cage all the time – so I got to roam around the house and explore things. They reassured me that I would be happy here, and they gave me all kinds of attention. It was very nice. Later on, they got a bigger cage for me, and only put me in it late at night and during the day – when I would normally sleep, anyway. They let me out in the morning and in the evening to romp around with them. (I quickly learned that the couch was quite cool as well, and fun to jump on!)

Eventually they gave up on the cage and just gave me a litter box, so I spent my time lounging on the floor with them. Needless to say, I was very happy to be living with them. They were very good to me. I can remember the first summer we were together, it began to get very warm, and my mom and dad rushed out on the very first “hot” day and bought 2 new air conditioners so that I wouldn’t overheat. They didn’t really need them for themselves, as they had an old one for the bedroom, but they knew that I would get too hot in the living room during the day, and if the bedroom door was to be left open for me, they would need to cool both rooms. I later came to understand that what they did cost them a lot of “money,” which I guess is a big deal for humans.

Later on, they brought Betsy to our house, and after we got introduced, they had the both of us “fixed.” I guess that time I peed on my dad’s head while he was in bed didn’t go over to well with them! (In my defense, he was rather late in getting up to feed me.)

Since then, I’ve never had to worry about anything. My mom and dad keep me well fed, and I have the whole house to explore – although I hardly ever go beyond the bedroom and the living room. (The kitchen smells funny, and I prefer carpeted floors over the tile of the bathroom.)

I am writing this story down and sharing it with you because I know that somewhere out there today, another rabbit – actually, probably many rabbits – are going through something similar to what I went through. If you’re reading this, I hope you will be more like my mom and dad, and take care of a rabbit like they did, instead of being like those kids who were rough to me. Easter is a tough time for us rabbits – no matter what the commercials on your TV thing say. Maybe if you share this story with someone, and they share it with someone else, enough people will know this story that next Easter, fewer rabbits will go through something like this.

Happy Easter, everyone.

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait

MAJOR Grooming

The other day my mom and dad closed off the bedroom door and grabbed Betsy and gave her some serious brushing. She wasn’t too happy about it (she still won’t use the computer, she’s too scared), but when they were done with her, she looked a lot better.

Of course, then they grabbed me. I hate being picked up, but the grooming was kind of nice – I do feel better. This whole spring-time shedding of my winter coat thing is kind of getting old, at this point. So to show my appreciation, I jumped back up on the couch a little bit later and gave my mom and dad some attention. I know they just love it when I come up and visit them. They’re so easy to please.

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait

Pictures

I just figure I should mention that my dad has a whole bunch of pictures of us over on his blogo-thingy. We even have our own category over there (occasionally shared with his mom’s guinea pigs and cat).

-Gus

Gus’s Portrait