The Life and Times of Bunnies – Page 327 – The life stories of some very spoiled house rabbits

The Life and Times of Bunnies

Oh, The Indignity

Today dad picked me up and carried me to mummy, who was smiling in a way I didn’t like.

Turns out, I had good reason to be suspicious of her motives – just look!

Turns out she’d bought some little costumes at the store.

I don’t like this.

I will make you suffer for this indignity.

Eventually dad brought Gus into the party. Misery loves company, after all.

Gus didn’t understand it any more than I did.

I don’t think the crown fit him very well, either.

Bunnies should not be dressed up!

This is just silly mummy, take it off!

No, wait, that’s not what I meant!!

I wonder if it’d be OK if I took a flying leap off this table…

I don’t need no stinkin’ crown to know I’m the boss around here!

Gus did not like the implications made by this costume.

This is just not right.

After that, mum took the clothes off of us and dad helped her put us back down on the ground. Fortunately, the whole ordeal didn’t take more than a few minutes… but it was still degrading in a way that bunnies should not be subjected to.

I’ll have to think of something particularly valuable to chew on tonight to make up for this injustice.

-Betsy

May 3, 2009
Watching TV

Dad didn’t understand what we were doing:

Personally I think it’s pretty obvious. We were driving him crazy.

-Gus

April 27, 2009
Oh No, Not Brushing

Dad says I need to be brushed again – he says I’m getting a little “frizzy.”

Well, ok, I guess he’s right about the “getting frizzy” part, but do I really, really need to be brushed? Isn’t there another way?

No?

Oh bother.

-Gus

April 26, 2009
Exploring

You never know what you might find in interesting places – like corners!

Unfortunately there was nothing there.

I disapprove of this. Dad, put something interesting there now!

-Betsy

April 25, 2009
I Don’t See What’s Wrong with this Picture

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this picture, do you?

Yeah, I didn’t think so. It’s a perfectly normal scene you might find in any rabbit home.

But when dad saw me, he said “Gus! What are you doing in your hay bowl?”

I said “I’m eating my hay dad, what does it look like?”

“You got a problem with that, dad?”

He didn’t have a good answer for that one, so he just took his pictures and then walked away, leaving me in peace to eat my hay. Of course, now I need to get him to refill my hay bowl… since it’s a little too close to empty! Hop to it, dad!

-Gus

April 20, 2009
A Day’s Conversations with Dad

My dad talks with us a lot during the day (since he works from home and is around us all day long). One phrase he uses a lot is “Hey Gussy boy, what’s happening,” said in the same tone of voice as that boss guy, um, “Lumburg” from that silly “Office Space” movie. (Dad has never asked me about my TPS reports, though.)

Since I think lots of the things my dad says are pretty crazy, I took some notes – here are all the crazy things my dad says to me during the day.

Hey Guys, time for brekkie!

Hey guys, what’s happening?

That’s my good little bunnies – eat your brekkie.

Hey Gus, where are you going?

Oh, hi Gus.

Gus? What are you doing out there?

Gus! You know you’re not supposed to be over there!

I see you, Gus!

Oh hey Gus – can I get past you now?

Gus… what are you doing?

Nap time, eh Gus?

You’re such a good boy Gussy.

C’mon Gus, time for din-din.

There’s my good boy, eat your din-din.

Awww, who’s a sleepy boy, huh? You tired, Gus? Had a long day?

Gus you’re so handsome!

Who’s daddy’s little angel bunny?

Er, Gus, that doesn’t look comfortable…

Goodnight guys, daddy’s going to bed now. You two be good. Play nice, don’t destroy anything, eat your din-din. I’ll see you in the morning. Daddy loves you – goodnight!

See what I mean? He’s totally bonkers.

What are some of the weird things your humans say?

-Gus

April 16, 2009
A Relaxing Moment, Ruined by Dad

The other night, I was lounging out on the carpet in the livingroom, just outside our area. I wasn’t ready for dinner yet, and I didn’t want dad to “put us to bed” by locking us up for the night, so I decided to hang out here.

Just relaxing – you know how it is.

Then dad comes along with his camera.

I sensed that something was up, and that danger might be near by…

Oh, it’s just you, dad. I guess I can relax, then.

Ugh, you had to zoom in on me, huh? Just had to take my photo. Well, let me share with you my utmost disdain for you, and my complete and total disapproval of being photographed. Now go away and leave me alone. (Except come back in a little while and feed me dinner.)

Got it?

-Betsy

April 11, 2009
A Very Lucky Easter Bunny
Some people might remember that I’m an Easter Bunny – that is to say, I was given as an Easter gift and then abandoned and rescued shortly after by my mom.

Around Easter time, I always think about other bunnies who might not be as lucky as I was – and I was very lucky.

I like to remind people who might think that they need to get a rabbit just because it’s Easter that getting a real, live rabbit is a lot more responsibility than I think most people are ready for.

I know my dad wasn’t ready for the responsibility of having a rabbit in his house when my mom found me wandering around the parking lot of their house, way back then. But my mom and dad were always “animal” people who took good care of their animal family, so they rose to the challenge of:
- Making their house safe for a bunny who likes to chew EVERYTHING
- Buying and preparing fresh vegetables on a regular (weekly) basis
- Spending time with me to make sure I had exercise
- Making fun things for me out of cardboard boxes
- Cleaning the litter box (frequently)
I realize that taking care of me (and Betsy) is a big job – a full-time job, if dad is to be believed. So it’s not for everyone.

If you’re thinking of getting a bunny for Easter – or for any reason – you might want to think twice about it. You can see by all of the other stuff here on my blog that it’s a lot of work to keep up with a bunny!

But if you think you’re up to the challenge (and it is a challenge – though the rewards can be good too), might I recommend adopting rather than buying? So many of my cousins and more distant relatives live tough lives, being abandoned after Easter time, or just given up because they’re not small and cute babies anymore, that they really need a loving home like my mom and dad gave me. If you can give a bunny a similar home, please adopt one of my bretheren – I’m sure there’s a shelter near you somewhere. (The House Rabbit Society can probably help you find one if you don’t know where one might be.) Oh and be sure to spay or neuter your rabbit so you don’t contribute to the overpopulation problem!

Remember, not all Easter bunnies are as lucky as I am – but maybe if you’ve got a big heart (and a big home!), you can help another Easter bunny get lucky and find a great home.

-Gus
April 3, 2009
I Do Enjoy a Clean Litterbox

I can always tell when dad has cleaned my litterbox, and sure enough, today was no exception. He even put some hay in there for me – how nice!

Yes, I do so enjoy a nice relaxing nap in a clean litterbox!

-Gus

April 1, 2009
Lounging in the Sun

Betsy and I were enjoying the sun the other day (well, sort of), when dad came out and spoiled it all.

Can’t you see I’m trying to get some grooming done?

Can’t forget to scratch my ear.

We were having a nice time until YOU showed up, dad.

Betsy wiseley keeps herself mostly in the shade, though. She said she heard from mum that too much sun can be bad for you.

I don’t have to worry though; my white fur reflects all harmful sunbeams back into dad’s eyes. Take that!

-Gus

March 31, 2009