The Life and Times of Bunnies – Page 329 – The life stories of some very spoiled house rabbits

The Life and Times of Bunnies

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

February 27, 2009
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

February 24, 2009
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

February 20, 2009
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:
- Captain Mooncake
- Norbert
- Vickie
- Snowball
- Pink
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
February 19, 2009
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

February 18, 2009
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

February 17, 2009
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

February 10, 2009
My Remodelling

I’ve been hard at work doing some renovations to the bunny condo dad made for us. It needed some upgrades, Betsy style.

For starters, dad forgot to add a back door! Fortunately I was able to take care of this obvious shortcoming in short order.

I didn’t really like that ramp to the 2nd floor, so I tore it down. Also, the floor was too smooth, so I roughed it up a bit.

I also widended the door leading from what dad called the “garage” into the main house. Dad says I need to learn to clean up after my work, but I say… that’s what your job is, dad!

My work here is done… for now!

-Betsy

February 5, 2009
Escape

The other day, I found that I could push on the edge of our enclosure and get the fence to swing out enough to squeeze through – freedom!

So the other night (well, early morning – dad and mum were sleeping in), I did it and Gus and I escaped!

Dad leaves the bedroom door open at night, so we snuck in – but he must have ears like a bunny because he heard us and chased us out!

When he found out how we’d escaped, he said:

“She’s like a raptor – she was testing the fences systematically for weaknesses…

…she remembers.”

Of course now he put something heavy by that edge of the enclosure, so I can’t push it out anymore.

But I’ll find another way – I’ll keep testing the fence, and I will remember any weaknesses I find!

-Betsy

February 2, 2009
Remodelling??

Dad was making some noise today (after we were brushed) and so Gus and I came out to investigate – and this is what we saw:

Where did all our stuff go??

Dad cleaned our litter box (always nice) but everything else in our area was gone!

Gus and I looked around everywhere for it – but we couldn’t find it! What did you do, dad?

Is my stuff up here?

No, seriously dad, what did you do with all my stuff?

We’re not happy with you dad. Go away.

Of course, while we were sulking, dad was making more noise. Eventually we went out to look, to see what he had done – maybe our stuff was back?

Whoah! Dad, what’s this?

Dad had made us our very own “bunny condo.”

He says it’s a “two story bunny condo with attached garage and 2nd floor balcony.”

Looks pretty nice to me…

Ohhh, and it has a balcony!

Looking in through the garage… mmm those edges look nice, I think I’ll chew on them later!

A ramp to the 2nd floor… I can see dad placed it strategically to stop me from digging in the corner. He thinks he’s so clever, but I’ll find a way around it!

Not a bad job, dad. I almost forgive you for taking away all our stuff earlier…

…almost.

-Betsy

February 1, 2009