I swear, we’re not snuggling – I’m just trying to lie in the box, and Betsy was in my way!
Oh, OK – so maybe we were snuggling. What of it?
-Gus
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The Snuggle Box
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Surveying My Domain
Because as we all know, everything I see belongs to ME.
Betsy helped move the castle to that position – she’s a bun-shui master.
Dad, what are you doing??
Honestly.
-Gus
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Dad Ruins Carrots, Again
Honestly I don’t know why he does this – it just ruins the flavor, if you ask me.
Although I do approve of the paper cups he used – they have rabbits on them.
Still, they were Made from Captain Ruperts’ favorite carrot cake recipe, so maybe it’s not that bad.
-Gus
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Bun in the Sun
The sun was streaming into the living room this morning, and I was spending a litte time outside my area, just relaxing.
Then, I sensed something…
I feel like someone’s… watching me…
Oh, it’s just you, dad.
Hmmm, wait, you’re way over there and lying on the floor… you might have treats!! (Hey, you never know.)
I guess I’ll come over to investigate. Y’know, just in case.
Oh, hi Betsy.
Dad… what are you doing? Are you hiding treats??
SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF
Sadly, dad had no treats – just his silly camera.
Betsy was very disappointed.
Since there was nothing to eat, Betsy and I went back to our area to lounge around for a bit longer.
This story does have a happy ending, though! Dad came by later and gave us a treat!
Dad’s a tricky one, I tell you! You never know when he might have a treat! That’s why I always investigate whenever he does something different. You never know when it might pay off with a treat!
-Gus
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The Difference Between Betsy and Me
I like to keep an eye on what dad is doing.
While Betsy just doesn’t care, as long as you don’t bother her while she’s sleeping.
-Gus -
38 Cute Animals
Dad finds the weirdest things. But this has bunnies in it, so I approve of it.
Though you would never catch me working in an office like that!!
-Gus
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Time to start thinking about Easter
Dad came back from the store last night and told me how he saw they had taken down all their valentine’s day stuff and were starting to put up their Easter stuff.
Easter always makes me think even more about all the other bunnies out there who aren’t as lucky as I am (oh and Betsy, too). I don’t like the idea of a holiday that encourages people to buy an animal that they probably aren’t prepared to take care of properly. Bunnies are not throw-away pets!!!
Though on the good side, I have seen an awful lot of other pink-eyed white rabbits out there like me lately:
And those are just the ones I can remember from recently. Hmmmm… maybe we should get together and form a union or something? Maybe the “Bunnihood of Pink-Eyed Rabbits?”
Anyway, dad did see a lot of stuffed toy bunnies at the store – I’d highly recommend people thinking of buying a rabbit “for Easter” to get a stuffed one instead.
If, on the other hand, you really are interested in a long-term relationship with a rabbit, please, please, please adopt rather than buy from a store.
That’s all I have to say on this… for now.
-Gus
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Helping Betsy
Although Betsy is the de-facto “destructo-bun” around here, sometimes even I like to get in on the destruction action.
Yesterday I was helping Betsy do some work on the bigger of the two boxes dad added to our area. But then dad had to come along and spoil it by peeking in on me. It’s hard to work when someone’s watching, you know!
“I know the sound of that beep…”
Of course dad couln’t resist taking pictures of me, too. Ugh, dad, what is this, a performance review? C’mon.
“C’mon, dad, go away! It’s creepy working with you standing over me like that!”
Eventually I stared dad down and he left me in peace, but I wasn’t in the mood to chew anymore, which was a bummer. Betsy picked up where I left off, though.
Maybe I need to work on chewing quieter so dad doesn’t hear and come out to investigate. He’s so nosy!
-Gus
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My Work is Never Done
I wasn’t satisfied with the little hole in the corner, so I made some enlargements… and I may have gotten a little carried away…
-Betsy
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Too Much Thumping
The other day dad was getting mad at me for thumping.
I was sitting in his office and I was thumping away, even though he kept telling me to stop and he said “why are you thumping Betsy, there’s nothing wrong.”
But I kept thumping.
Thump thump thump.
My thumps in dad’s office sound really loud because of the floor there. It’s great.
Thump thump thump.
Dad didn’t like this, and it bothered him enough to pick me up (oh the disgrace) and… put me on his chair???
What is this? Where am I? I’m so confused? And… I can’t thump on this soft stuff!!!
Oh well. I eventually started digging furiously in that blanket and biting it to show my disapproval and then finally dad helped me down (the edge of that chair is squishy and scary!).
I then quickly ran out into my box in the living room and hid. I’d thump at dad again but I don’t want to end up in that chair again!!
-Betsy