As you can see, we’ve already done some… decorating to the doors. I’d forgotten how much fun it is to climb up to the second level!
But, in a way, I sort of miss our bigger bunny condo… the cottage is nice, but a bit snug when both Betsy and I are on the same floor.
Still, a nice new thing to rip to pieces in the middle of the night when dad and mum are trying to sleep!
-Gus
At least, I assume he still loves us – he cleaned up our area today, cleaned our litter box and put some fresh hay in the corner (nice to munch on while you’re busy in the litter box), et up a totally new Cottontail Cottage for us – AND he got us a sea grass matt thing (it’s SO fun to chew).
Well, I’ll let you know how it goes. Betsy and I need to check out the cottage, and chew the matt!
-Gus
Mum let us out yesterday for a while, and today we’re out at the usual time (with treats!). So I think we’re “free” again.
I’m going to try to keep a low profile for a while… dad’s still keeping a close eye on us both.
-Gus
We… might have chewed a hole in the carpet… and maybe chewed dad’s Internet cable… though obviously not enough to break it…
…dad is letting us write this as part of our punishment. He locked us in the “bad bunny box” (i.e., the bathroom) for an hour. He was not happy.
We… may have also scratched up his arm a bit.
We will probably not be writing for a few days – dad says we are “grounded” until we learn our lesson. Gus is not happy either; he keeps saying he was innocent and that he was “unfairly” punished. But we’re not saying any more than that right now.
Anyway, it’s back to “lockdown” for me.
-Betsy
Dad put this little box in my area today. He says he’s not sure whether I hate the box or whether I really enjoy playing with it.
I’m not saying one way or the other – I’ll let you decide for yourself.
The other day, dad was sitting by the entrance to our area in the living room, and I think he may have been trying to pet me – or maybe he was just teasing me. I don’t know.
Anyway, he stuck his hand in with his finger stretched out, so I came up to it to see if he had a treat at the end (he didn’t).
So I chinned his finger instead, to remind him that “I own him.”
-Gus
The very nice people at Bunny.nu gave us this award the other day:
How nice!! Oh, wait, dad says it’s not a real card and I can’t use it to buy papaya tablets or hay. BUMMER!
Still, it was very nice to get. I just hope it doesn’t go to Betsy’s head…
-Gus
For some reason, dad always assumes we’re up to “no good.”
He also likes to capture photographic “proof” of us being up to “no good.” He’s just weird like that. We were totally innocent; just sniffing around – honest!
Betsy noticed someone watching us.
“Oh no, it’s dad!” she said. Yeah, yeah, whatever, Betsy. Help me here…
Ummm… Betsy? Where’d you go?
Oh… hi dad. I was just… sniffing… this… tube! Yeah, that’s it. Playing with the tube. That’s what I was doing. Yep. Honest.
For some reason, I don’t think dad believed me. Ever since, he keeps coming out from his office to check on us whenever he hears a noise.
Sometimes he’s just no fun at all.
-Gus
Dad didn’t understand why we were both in the litter box at the same time. Dad just doesn’t understand me sometimes – I’m not a complicated bunny. I have simple needs.
Like being groomed.
“Groom me. Now.“
I will admit, this approach doesn’t always work. (It didn’t this time either; but I got the litter box to myself after that, so it was still a win for me!)
-Gus
Dad grabbed me (and Betsy) today and brushed us and clipped our nails.
Not fun!
But, he did give me some crackers afterwards, so it wasn’t too bad.
-Gus