• Bunny Hero

    Well, not a real bunny hero. But this is what dad plays sometimes:

    teh bad buns

    What did he call it… oh yeah, “Guitar Hero II.”

    I do like the name, though.

    -Gus

  • Groomed, Again

    This morning after breakfast dad grabbed me and gave me a brush-down.

    gus is not amused

    I am not amused.

    you will pay for this

    Dad, we’ll talk later.

    -Gus

  • Bedroom, Again

    We got into the bedroom again this morning, but I think dad left the door open on purpose.

    The closet was still closed, though.

    Still, we had some fun sniffing around until dad came back in and chased  us out.

    -Betsy

    Betsy’s New Portrait

  • Rampage

    I… um… got a little over-zealous this morning and, er, may have tipped some things over.

    destruction of betsy

    What? I was having fun chewing and I just got carried away! I can’t help it that I’m so strong!

    Just look at Gus, playing the innocent bun… but I know he’s done far worse in his day!

    -Betsy

    Betsy’s New Portrait

  • After Breakfast Lounging

    After breakfast, Betsy and I like to lounge around before we start making trouble for dad.

    gus and betsy in the sun (sort of)

    gus laying in the sun

    Hmmm… I guess dad is right, I do need to be brushed. I’m getting a little shaggy!

    -Gus

    Gus’s Newer Portrait

  • Into the Bedroom!!

    Dad left the door to the bedroom open last night! So Gus and I quickly snuck in… but unfortunately the door to mummy’s closet was still closed. Then, dad came in and told us to get out.

    Foiled, again!

    -Betsy

    Betsy’s New Portrait

  • Out of Papaya Tablets

    Dad gave us the last papaya tablet this morning, and he has no more! I knew I should’ve reminded him to buy more the other day. So we got 4 dried cranberries this morning instead of 3 to make up for the lack of tablets.

    Still, dad, poor planning on your part. I thought you were supposed to be smart?

    -Gus

    Gus’s Newer Portrait

  • No More Easter Stories

    Every Easter I try (with dad’s help) to let as many people as I can know about the sad stories of “Easter bunnies.” I’m entitled to speak on this because I was an Easter bunny myself.

    Long story short, I was bought for some kids for Easter, and they didn’t really know how to take care of me, so they were very rough to me and eventually left me outside when they got bored with me. I don’t think they wanted me anymore.

    Luckily, my mom saw them and came and picked me up and took me inside and made arrangements for me to stay with her & dad from now on. And I am very much grateful for what she did.

    But the fact is, there are lots of other bunnies out there right now who are being given as “gifts” for Easter, to people who don’t know how to care for them, or to people who won’t care for them once the novelty wears off (though how that could happen with a rabbit still baffles me).

    So, as I always do on Easter, I just want to remind everyone that a rabbit is not a toy, not a gift, but a real live animal, the same as any other pet – if not more so, because we’re not like cats and dogs who are predators and can take care of themselves to a certain extent – we’re rabbits, a prey species, and we can be fragile at times, so we depend on our human mums & dads to look after us. We also live quite a long time (depending on the breed and whether we’ve been de-sexed) – figure about 10 years, give or take. We don’t do well in small cages (despite lots of pictures and pet store advertising to the contrary) and we don’t just eat carrots (cartoons aside – although carrots are a nice side dish).

    Hopefully this message reaches someone and makes a difference somewhere. Now if you all don’t mind, I’m going to take the rest of the day off and go lie in a sunbeam and reflect on how lucky Betsy and I are to have such a nice home. And to all the buns out there – may you all find homes as nice yourselves.

    Good luck, and hoppy Easter!

    -Gus

    Gus’s Newer Portrait

  • Where’s the cracker?

    I know there’s a cracker in here somewhere…

    -Betsy

    Betsy’s New Portrait

  • Dad Found Me!

    Oh dad, did you have to ruin my new hiding spot!

    -Betsy

    Betsy’s New Portrait