I do not approve of taking photos of me! Actually I’m just joking, I don’t mind. Just stop making that beeping sound!
Dad laughed when he saw us. Betsy just wouldn’t get out of my way, and I wanted to lie down!
I was just hanging out under the dining room table, enjoying a sunbeam, when dad took this photo. He held really still though, so he didn’t bother me.
Hey dad, wow! You made me look really good! Good job!
Now give me a treat.
-Gus
This morning I had a brainstorm – what if I tried digging against the door to the bedroom? Maybe I could make a hole though it? So I tried it this morning, and wouldn’t you know it, the door just pushed right open! I was in!
Of course, mom got right out of bed and shooed me out, but I tried again a few minutes later, and it worked AGAIN! And this time nobody chased me out of the bedroom!
This is a major breakthrough. Now I can get in there whenever I want, and when mom and dad oversleep and don’t give us treats (or breakfast) on time, I can go in and wake them up. YES!
-Betsy
Yesterday, dad grabbed Betsy and I and gave us a serious brushing. I heard mom say to him that she thought we looked “homeless” and that’s why we needed to be brushed. OK, so I guess my fur was getting a little ruffled here and there, but homless? C’mon, mom.
As I was being groomed by dad, I got… a little scared and fell of the table where he was brushing me. In the fall, one of my toenails on my left front paw broke. It wasn’t too bad, I’ve broken nails before, but when dad found it he got all worked up. Must’ve been the blood that he saw. Sometimes I think he worries too much about me!
After mom calmed him down, I sat in the corner for a while and licked my paw until the bleeding stopped, and it’s quite all right now, just a little sore sometimes. Really, dad, I’m OK!
-Gus
After all, I am the “top bun” in this house!
Dad always thinks I’m up to something. He’s usually right – but I won’t say what I was sneaking around for!
I can hear your camera beep when it focuses, dad, and it annoys me. I’m trying to sleep here!
The other day it snowed here, and dad was also sick, so he stayed on the couch all day. So Betsy and I stayed with him all day. Still, somehow, at the end of the day, I was tired, too! Can’t a bunny take a flop without someone trying to take a picture? I mean, really, dad!
-Gus
This weekend, this new thing showed up in the living room:
Eventually I snuck up to it and went inside. It’s made of wicker, and seems like it might make a good hiding place – if it weren’t for the fact that there’s only one way out (you could get cornered).
And I honestly have no idea what that pink fuzzy thing is on top there.
Gus said that dad bought it from “IKEA” and that he calls it the “bunny temple.” Gus and I remain skeptical.
-Betsy
Dad found this video over at My House Rabbit’s Blog. It’s about some rabbits showing their owner how to use the computer (specifically, Word 2007 – it’s an ad, of course). Still, dad thought it was funny.
Honestly, I don’t know what the novelty is – obviously Betsy and I know how to use the computer quite well.
I like the bit at the end where the rabbits say they are going to play XBox. (Though, personally, I prefer PlayStation.)
-Gus
Dad’s always trying to take photos of us.
It doesn’t always work.
Especially with Betsy – she’s always lurking in the dark somewhere.
Sometimes he uses it for catching photographic evidence of our rampages. Or, well, Betsy’s rampages, anyway.
As for me – I don’t mind as long as he lets me sleep.
-Gus
I hope they like it:
-Gus
Happy Valentine’s Day, Gus. And all other bunnies everywhere!
p.s. Thanks, Dad, for your help with the picture!
-Betsy
Dad said I went on a destructive rampage today.
I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m just eating my carrot!
It was fun when I did it… now can you put it back, dad?
-Betsy