I’m free!
Well, sort of. Dad keeps a watchful eye on me now, but he did let me out today – so Gus and I went straight into his office to relax and stretch our legs.
Of course, what I find relaxing, dad finds… odd.
*sigh* I’m just glad to be out at last.
So glad, I don’t even mind dad snapping photos of me.
It’s good to be out again!
-Betsy
Betsy got into some BIG trouble this weekend.
While mum and dad were out doing the grocery shopping (for us, of course) she got up on the couch (again).
But that’s not the worst of it… she got up there and she CHEWED a BIG HOLE in the couch cushion. (Well, kind of big… anyway, big enough to be noticed.)
Mum and dad were SO mad when they got back and found out.
Dad was especially disappointed. So as punishment he picked Betsy up (she hates that) and… well, these pictures kind of tell the rest of the story.
Dad said that this is what happens to bad bunnies.
Dad apparently has a dark side when it comes to major bunny damage.
Betsy was not enjoying this. But I think that was the point.
I could hear her say “get me out of here!”
I tried to tell Betsy it was her own fault, but she wouldn’t listen to me.
After that, dad kept us in lockdown for 3 days. (I was given extra treats to make up for having to be locked up too – one litterbox and all that.)
I can only hope Betsy learned her lesson and will stay away from the couch, and stick with things left on the floor – those kinds of things mum and dad can’t get mad at us for chewing (after all, they are the ones who leave them on the floor, right?)
-Gus
Dad says we’re messy eaters.
I don’t know what he’s talking about. Looks perfectly fine to me. After all, how else are we supposed to pick the good bits of hay out without scattering a bit of the other stuff around?
In response to dad’s comment, we gave him a double-dose of disapproval.
After that, he had to go lie down. Disapproval accomplished!
-Gus
The other day dad came home with this HUGE head of lettuce. It was enormous – it was as big as I am!
Just look at the size of that thing!
You’d think it was some sort of mutant lettuce thing, but dad only buys organic lettuce, so I guess it was just… really, really big!
It is easily as big as I am.
Of course, Betsy and I could devour it in a single day if left to our own devices, as dad well knows.
That’s why I asked dad, “is this for me?”
Of course, he said “no” and that he was just taking pictures for comparison since it was such a big head of lettuce.
But it’s OK – I chinned the lettuce to mark it as mine so dad wouldn’t forget.
What a big head of lettuce!
-Gus
At night, before dinner, sometimes I like to get up into the dining room and do little “turbos” around the dining room table.
Dad thinks these are incredibly cute (and mum does as well) so he took a little video of me doing one. It’s just a little turbo, though, so it’s nothing much.
-Betsy
The other day dad caught a video of me “settling down.” He thinks it’s cute or something, but it’s just me sitting down.
What’s worse is that the video is mostly out of focus, so it’s terrible to watch. But here it is anyway.
-Gus
Yesterday and today I decided to check out dad’s little floor fan he has near his office door. It’s kind of fun to sit in front of it – the wind blows on your face and it’s cool and refreshing!
But even more fun is to nose-bump the fan and tip it over. Dad always looks so flustered when I do that!!
Of course after I tip it over, dad comes and picks it up again… at which point I have to run to stay out of his reach. But I tipped over his fan, and he knows it!
I win!
-Betsy
Last night, dad came by and didn’t like how I’d moved our hay bowl into a crooked position in our area. So, he pushed it back.
The thing is, I was sitting there. So I grabbed the hay bowl with my teeth and pushed it back at him.
Dad was shocked (of course), but then he pushed the bowl back.
So I grabbed it again and tossed it back out sideways in the middle of our area again. “No, dad, I want it there.”
Dad just didn’t get it, so we tossed the bowl back & forth a few times. Dad tried to hold it, but he forgets that I’m quite strong!
Eventually he pushed it back and then put his hand in the bowl and leaned on it (with all his weight). But I’m not going to let him win – I just gave him a look and turned around and hopped away. Sometimes, “the only winning move is not to play.”
-Betsy
p.s. – as soon as dad went to bed I pushed the hay bowl back out. Take that, dad!!
Dad’s had “his” new chair around for a while, but the other day I got to thinking… what’s it really like up there?
So I decided to find out.
I think it’s safer to start here on the box. That way I can see what I’m jumping into.
OK, getting ready… everything smells OK.
I guess I can just…
…Jump onto the chair!
There, that wasn’t so bad.
Now to see what all the fuss is about.
Hmmm… yep, smells like dad. Probably tastes like him, too.
Interesting texture.
Oh HI dad. What are you doing over there? Oh me? I’m just STEALING YOUR CHAIR MWA HA HA HA HA!!!
What’s up here… WHOAH!
OK, middle is definitely the safest part.
I wonder if dad would mind me digging…
OK, I guess he doesn’t like that.
Well, I guess I’ll get down now… let’s see… what would be the easiest way… hmmm…
Of course, the easiest way down is the way I came up!
Wait a sec, I need to sniff this red thing before I get down.
Well, I’m happy to report that dad’s chair is:
I guess I shouldn’t call it dad’s chair anymore, though. Now that I’ve been up there it belongs to me – just like EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS HOUSE.
Are you listening to me, dad? MINE.
Now feed me.
-Gus
Over the past week Gus and I have been very busy doing some “demolition” work on that “bunny condo” that dad gave us. It’s been tough work, let me tell you – but the results have been worth it.
Just look at that glorious destruction. It took us a while, but we totally took out the entire right-hand side wall, along with the main interior load-bearing wall.
Beautiful, isn’t it? A great job of demolition if I do say so myself.
Of course, dad didn’t appreciate it – he said we’ve had our new house for just 2 weeks and we’ve already destroyed it – well of course, dad, what did you expect?
Of course, dad did make one good point – in destroying the walls, I also kind of destroyed the walls. Leaving me kind of stuck inside.
Oops.
(Fortunately the wall on the other side was still open enough that I could get out.)
I’m very proud of my work, but dad just doesn’t understand. Well, whatever. Just bring me a new house to destroy and I might leave your couch alone!
-Betsy