Dad often needs someone to supervise him when he’s working. Being the charitable bun that I am, I like to help him out from time to time.
I’ll sit behind him and watch him work – making sure he’s actually doing what he’s supposed to be doing (making money for treats, of course).
It’s a hard job, but I don’t mind.
-Gus
Gus and I spent some time recently “customizing” our new area.
Of course, dad doesn’t see this as “customizing,” he sees it as “making a big mess.”
Dad has no sense of fun.
-Betsy
p.s. We will be posting while mum and dad are away – we bunnies cannot be contained! Either that, or Gus will set up a wifi connection in our Cottontail Cottage. He’s pretty smart – gets it from watching dad, I guess.
You can imagine my surprise when I came out yesterday to find this new, larger bunny area set up in the living room:
It’s absolutely huge, but of course whenever dad and mum do something extra-nice, I always question their motives. Does this mean we’re going to the vet soon or something?
Well, as it turns out, mum and dad are going to LEAVE US for a WHOLE MONTH while they go to someplace sunny and warm – someplace called “Australia”, where mum’s family lives.
We will be stuck here with a friend of mum’s who’s going to (supposedly) give us treats.
Great. Now we’ve got a total newbie to train all over again. Do you have any idea how long it took me to train mum & dad to give me treats just right, or to make my meals just the way I like? Well, it wasn’t actually that long (because I’m that good) but still it was work that I don’t look forward to doing again.
ESPECIALLY since dad said something about us being kept in this new area all day, instead of being left to roam around the house freely. (Something about “not trusting us” while he’s not home all day…)
Fortunately, Betsy has already started looking into escape routes… but I’m not going to say any more about that just yet.
So you go have your fun, mum and dad… we’ll see how your futile attempts at containing us work out! Bunnies cannot be contained! Ha ha ha!
-Gus
We came out of dad’s office (from our daily nap) to find this new thing:
You can’t see them, but it’s got arched entrances on each side.
Mum calls it our “bunny catacomb.”
I think it’s great – I don’t even have to leave the safety of my box to eat:
Ah yes, this is the life.
-Betsy
As much as I’ve enjoyed this chat Mr Buddah, I would have thought you knew that I already reached enlightenment, like, 5 years ago, and then I found Nirvana like, 3 years ago in the bottom of a Kashi 7-grain cracker box. For real.
-Gus
Every now and again, I just get the urge to jump up on dad’s big round chair.
I wonder why that is… maybe I just really like the color? (I do look pretty stunning in the middle of all that red, don’t I?) Or maybe I just like to prove I can do it to dad? I’m really not sure… all I know is I just feel like getting up there, sometimes.
What do you think?
-Gus
Dad sometimes says we’re “snuggle buns.” He even claims to have photographic proof. But as always, it’s ALL LIES.
You see, this is actually just a complicated optical illusion that causes it to look (to your inferior human eyes) like we’re snuggling. But we’re not.
Nope. Nuh-uh. Not hardly.
Seriously, no, we’re not snuggling at all.
Not snuggling.
Um….
Ok, ok, we were snuggling… just don’t tell dad he was right!!!
-Gus
Last weekend, dad took us to a “Bunny Spa Day” thing at a nearby pet store.
We got the full treatment – a “bunny massage,” fur brushing, nail clipping… the works.
Of course, it’s all fun and games until someone says “anal scent gland cleaning.” I’m just going to leave it at that.
Normally I don’t like people touching me for any reason (I make rare exceptions for when treats are being given out).
Dad will say he thinks I enjoyed it. But that is ALL LIES.
That is clearly concentrated disapproval.
Um, Betsy, you’re not helping. Don’t let them know you’re enjoying it!
Oh dear.
Well, don’t forget what else they’re going to do to you.
Yep, the dreaded toenail clipping. I warned you, Betsy!
And what’s up with the litterboxes at this place? Way too small if you ask me.
Betsy said the grooming was a bit rough and the stylist didn’t know what to do with her fur.
So she had to fix it herself.
I was just glad to have a moment’s rest – it was very busy. I did get to sniff a few other bunnies on the way out, but the space was soooo small… there wasn’t much room. Of course, it was raining out that day, so maybe that’s why it was inside.
Dad says that the profits from the bunny spa day go to help local rabbit rescue and shelters… so I won’t say it was a total loss. But I’m not doing another one of those things for a loooong while. You hear me, dad?
-Gus
I’m going to tell you the secret to successful advertising:
Use Bunnies.
Because, really, you can’t go wrong with bunnies. We’re super-cute and everybody loves us! We can get people to buy anything!
Ahem.
(Gus and I would also like to remind you that this fact has absolutely nothing to do with any secret bunny plan to overthrow humanity.) Move along, move along…
-Betsy
You wouldn’t think it, but hay stuffed in a cardboard tube is actually a kind of fun way to eat hay (and cardboard).
Dad was nice enough to give us a tube stuffed with some nice fresh timothy hay the other day. Unfortunately he only had one tube, so Gus and I had to… umm… “share” it.
Well, anyway, it was still a nice treat.
-Betsy
