• Boxes

    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.

  • I Own You

    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

  • An Award I Can Use

    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

  • Totally Innocent

    For some reason, dad always assumes we’re up to “no good.”

    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!

    someone is watching us

    Betsy noticed someone watching us.

    oh no, it's dad

    “Oh no, it’s dad!” she said. Yeah, yeah, whatever, Betsy. Help me here…

    betsy, where'd you go

    Ummm… Betsy? Where’d you go?

    um, I was just playing, honest

    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

  • Simple Needs

    two buns, one litter box

    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

    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

  • Brushed Again

    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

  • Not About Us

    Our Internet-bunny-friend Orlando Bun has had some tummy trouble recently, but we hear he’s doing better now. This is very good! I know I hated it when my tummy was upset – and not just because I didn’t feel well, either. Mum and dad watch Gus and I like scary hawks when we eat to make sure we’re… well, eating. And when we don’t… out comes that nasty critical-care slop. Yuk! And who likes being held down and forced to eat, anyway? Not me!!

    Anyway, since I know first hand what it’s like, I just wanted to send Orlando some nose-bumps, and to say I’m relieved to hear he’s doing better (Gus is relieved too).

    I guess I could do like an educational commercial for rabbits:

    12 servings of Timothy Hay per day are part of a healthy diet. Hay – it’s what’s for dinner!

    Hmmm actually I wonder how many times per day I go eat out of the hay bowl… time to start counting!

    -Betsy

  • Vote RABBIT!

    Although I am still miffed to learn that rabbits do not have a vote in this upcoming election-thingy, I thought I would take a moment to remind everyone who CAN vote who they should vote for:

    That’s right. You know what you have to do – wait, what? He’s not on the ballot??? This is clearly a human conspiracy to deny us rabbits our inalianable rights to vote and disapprove!!!

    OK, so new plan: everyone just write in Mr. Pinkerton. If you don’t, I may just have to disapprove of you.

    -Gus

  • The Story of “The Mysterious Kitty-Bunny”

    Dad found this story of a lonley, almost-starving kitty who came and lived with some bunnies (and turned out to prefer vegetables over cat food!).

    Of course, I can’t help but notice that one of the rabbits there looks a lot like me!

    Still, it’s a very nice story, and I’m glad the kitty is eating and being taken care of. Still, it was weird for dad to have found this story on a site that normally talks about those video-game thingies. Ah well, we all know that rabbits transcend all boundaries and barriers!

    One of the commenters to the story said:

    “I’ve always joked that rabbits are just vegan cats. Maybe I wasn’t joking.”

    While not stricly true, it is a good analogy – one that even dad uses sometimes to explain keeping rabbits indoors to people who don’t “get it.”

    Me? I just always like to see animals rescued (being a rescue myself). Speaking of which, maybe I should go give mum and dad a nose bump for saving me…

    -Gus

  • Grounded, YET AGAIN

    Oops.

    After breakfast this morning we… got on the couch again. But dad heard us “plop” on the cusions and came out – he was REALLY mad. He squirted us with water, clapped his hands, said “no!” and then locked us up in our area AGAIN.

    He said this is a new record for us – just two hours after being let out, we’re in trouble again. He said “next time you’re both going to end up in the ‘bad bunny box’!”

    He’s no fun.

    -Gus