The Life and Times of Bunnies

  • For Bunny Sake Rabbit Rescue

    My dad tells me that the For Bunny Sake Rabbit Rescue organization is actually kind of near where I live.

    Dad also tells me that they are trying to raise money to build a permanent shelter & education site for rabbits – I think this is a Good Idea.

    So, if you can (and I know you can), please give them a donation – even a small one would help. It’s super-easy – you can donate with PayPal on their website (you have to scroll down a bit), or donate via check or even just drop off supplies that they need!

    So, c’mon. Help them out. If you do, I promise to… not disapprove of your very existence (for a little while, anyway).

    -Gus

  • Still the King of the Chair

    I am still the king of the big chair, as I proved to dad today when I jumped right into it (surprising dad quite a bit in the process):

    gus is the king of the chair (again)

    Of course, dad didn’t quite like it when I started attacking the brown blanket – biting and chewing and tossing it. So he shoo-shoo-ed me out of the chair (but not before I grunted at him a few times in disapproval).

    I am the King, dad, the KING!

    -Gus

  • Naptime for Betsy

    It’s naptime for me.

    betsy flopped napping

    ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………….

    betsy flopped napping (closeup)

    (You’d better not wake me up, dad!)

    -Betsy

  • I’m in the chair, so I’m the boss

    Sometimes I think dad gets the mistaken idea that he’s the boss around here because he sits in chairs instead of on the floor.

    So I decided to correct him.

    gus is the boss

    You see, dad? I can sit in the chair too.

    Which means I’m the boss.

    handsome white bunny in red chair

    Now go fetch me some treats.

    blocked by bunnies

    As you can imagine, though, dad didn’t give me any treats. So Betsy and I blocked him in his office for a while and wouldn’t let him out.

    Not as satisfying as treats, but still a good day’s work if you ask me.

    -Gus

  • Nothing to see here, I’m not up to anything

    There is nothing for you to see here dad; I’m not up to anything. Just go back to your computer and look the other way.

    betsy is up to no good

    Ummmm…. I’m just… looking!

    betsy creeps behind the curtain

    See? Nothing to see here; it’s just Gus sitting around, nothing unusual about that. (Pay no attention to the bunny behind the curtain!)

    gus stands watch

    Say what now? That’s not me – it must be your camera not working again. You should look into that. Because it clearly wasn’t me.

    betsy comes out from behind the curtain

    Nope, I was sitting here all along.

    betsy denies any wrongdoing

    You just… missed seeing me hop over here from the left, that’s all dad. Yep, I’ve been here the whole time, not being up to anything no-good at all.

    I’ll just… be going over here now. And there’s no need for you to look behind that curtain to see if I was there, because, as I said, I wasn’t there. Trust me.

    -Betsy

  • Definitely Not Up To Anything

    I think dad’s camera is broken – it’s taking ghost pictures!

    gus comes out from behind the door

    His next picture was much better, a true representation of where I had been the whole time.

    gus out from behind the door

    See dad? I’m right here, not behind the door. Nope. Not behind the door. Just here, sitting, watching you pretend to work (while secretly taking pictures of me).

    gus denies any wrongdoing

    Despite this, dad asked me “what were you doing behind there?”

    I said “I wasn’t doing anything.”

    gus says later dad

    Since dad’s eyes were clearly playing tricks on him (maybe he’s working too hard?) I said “see you later, dad” and hopped off.

    I think dad needs to get his eyes checked out. Because I was clearly, definitely, certainly not up to anything behind the door there.

    -Gus

  • Not Up To Anything

    not up to anything

    Why, no dad, we weren’t up to anything. Trust me!

    Why do you ask?

    -Betsy

  • Snuggled

    So the other day, mum wanted a cuddle with us. So she made dad pick us up and then she snuggled us. (One at a time, of course – we are too much bun for any one person to handle all at once!)

    Gus is no good with the snuggling – if you pat his nose just right, he starts to go all dreamy and relaxed.

    Gus, THAT WILL NOT DO.

    When I get snuggled I try to bury my head in mummy’s neck. Using my claws also helps too; I always try to keep them nice & sharp so nobody even thinks of picking me up! I also make sure that I shed as much as I can, to really aggravate mummy’s allergies and asthma. That way, she’ll put me down quicker.

    But this time, nothing worked – dad grabbed me (after a short chase around the house) and mum snuggled me for a good long time, all the while petting my nose and stroking my ears. While this may be fine for her, I DON’T LIKE IT.

    So, in retaliation, the next day I got up on the couch and chewed a hole in one of the pillows.

    But I cleverly did it while mum & dad were out, so they couldn’t punish me for it! I win!

    That should teach them not to pick me up!

    -Betsy

  • Letter to my Auntie

    Dear Auntie Leisa:

    I miss you.Mum doesn’t give me as many treats as you. That makes me sad. And mad. So I have been acting really bad. But then Dad locks us up as punishment. I hate it here. Can I come  live with you?

    Love Betsy
    P.S I wouldn’t want Gus to come. Just so you know.

    (Auntie Leisa is the one who took care of us while mum & dad were away.)

    -Betsy

  • I Had A Dream…

    I had a dream… and it went something like this:

    -Gus