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
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
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
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
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:
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
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
Dad got all sentimental on me today and put together a set of pictures from when I was just a baby bunny.
Pictures like this one, from when I was first rescued by my mom:
Or this, from when I was still very little and could make do with a tiny little litterbox/cage:
Or when I was so small, and I spent some time in the yard with a guinea pig named George:
Or this classic one of when I took dad for a walk (he claims it was the other way around, but we know better):
Those were the days:
I guess I was pretty small and cute, though:
Honestly, dad… so sentimental. I disapprove.
-Gus
Now I’m never going to get a moment’s peace at night:
Now I’m going to have to listen to Betsy tearing paper all night long. Thanks a lot, dad.
-Gus