I don’t mean “bad” as in us doing anything bad, but as in “taken with a low-resolution cell phone camera.” As in, dad took them when we were blocking his access to his regular camera.
We were just hanging out in the hallway one night and he thought this was interesting. Seriously, dad, it’s just us.
Who is that rabbit in the mirror… oh… it’s me. Very funny, dad.
-Gus
Sometimes it’s helpful to plan out your day, especially when you know you’re going to be very busy.
Whew! I’ve got a busy day coming up… time to get started!
-Gus
Can you believe it? My dad grabbed me AGAIN last night and gave me another brush down! He said I was shedding really badly. Maybe I was – I didn’t really notice. (Betsy got grabbed as well.)
Dad is always very apologetic when he grabs us, though, so it’s not all bad. But I still don’t like being picked up! But being brushed isn’t so bad – it’s like being groomed (sort-of).
-Gus
The other day, dad trapped me in his office and grabbed me and picked me up… and brushed me.
Although I hate being picked up, this brushing/grooming thing isn’t so bad once you get used to it. Dad said I looked like a homeless bunny because I was so shaggy. I dunno about that, dad.
Betsy did say that I looked quite handsome afterwards, but I think she was just grateful that she didn’t get picked up, too.
-Gus
You may have heard that dad passed down his judgment on us. Betsy and I thought it was a little harsh, so we decided to go on strike. Even when dad let us back into his office (but still blocked the guest bedroom), we wouldn’t go in there – we’ll show him who’s boss!
Last night he tried to trick me… he took the bottle of papaya tablets and shook it, and I started to bolt over to him – but I caught myself just in time, and I gave him a look. Nice try, dad! Still, I would have liked a papaya tablet… actually, I really wanted a papaya tablet. I haven’t had one in a few days now.
So late last night, after dad went to bed, I talked it over with Betsy, and we decided that we’ve been on strike for long enough. So this morning we waited for dad when he got up and followed him around (until he fed us). That was our agreed-on way of “making peace.”
Betsy’s still kind of mad at dad for chasing her out from under the bed and locking us up in the corner, but I think she’ll come around. As for me, as long as I can still get dad to give me treats when I want them, I’m a happy bun.
-Gus
Well, dad has let us out of “jail” but we’re still banned from the other half of the house (his office and the guest bedroom).
I don’t think I will ever want to chew mom and dad’s furniture ever again if this is what happens when I do.
-Gus
We’re in trouble. We got under the guest bed last night and… well, we just couldn’t help ourselves. I didn’t think it was so bad, but clearly dad disagrees. We’ve been put in jail for the day.
Dad has even started a trial for us. At least he’s being sort of fair about that. On the advice of our counsel, we are of course pleading “cute and innocent.”
Uh oh, our time at the computer is up. Gotta go!
-Gus
Dad caught Betsy having another “bunny dream” today and took this video of her. Watch her very closely – she rocks back and forth a bit, moves her lips as if eating something, and eventually tilts over to one side, only to wake herself up. Just remember, Betsy, it was dad who took the video, not me!
-Gus
Dad caught this video of us today and put it to music – he titled it “Naughty Buns” but I disagree – we were just exploring!
-Gus
Well, it’s not quite a TV show, but it’ll do, I suppose.
I always enjoy my morning carrot.
But I don’t necessarily enjoy having my picture taken while my mouth is full!
Gus, on the other hand, doesn’t mind at all.
All done, Gus?
I’m not sure I like the way this picture makes me look… dad says that this is my “half moon” pose. Whatever you say, dad.
And of course, after breakfast, I went to see if we could get under the bed… sadly, no such luck. But I’ll keep checking every day!
-Betsy
