Tag: betsy
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Don’t Even Think About It
Nobody is taking away our cardboard box. NOBODY. Not no one, not no how. Understand?
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Honestly, We’re NOT Snuggling
I’m not snuggling with Betsy in this picture. Nope. I’m actually using her for a pillow. See, only my head is resting on her. Obviously. -Gus
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OM NOM NOM
Gus wasn’t impressed with dinner the other night (I think he missed the carrots we usually get). But I don’t mind – that just means more for me! -Betsy
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Dinner is Late??
Gus is not happy that his dinner was delivered slightly late, and he isn’t afraid to let you know it.
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It’s a Tough Life Being Me
It’s a tough life being Gus. Yup.
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How Dare You??
I can’t believe you, dad. First you force feed us both critical care (even though we don’t need it, I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen), but THEN you have the AUDACITY to drag BOTH OF US (not just Gus, but me too!) to the VET!?! Oh you are SO in my bad…
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“Sharing” is “Caring”
Some of you might have heard that Dad was feeding both of us critical care lately. Well, yes, he was. And we hated him for it. But we put up such a fight about it that he finally stopped. Oh, and we started eating with more enthusiasm too. Maybe that helped. (I doubt it –…
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New Construction
Dad got rid of our Maze Haven and replaced it with a Cottontail Cottage. I was not amused. Neither was Gus. Where are we supposed to hide in that thing? Dad just never thinks these things through. -Betsy
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It’s not “begging,” it’s DEMANDING
Dad (and mum) say we beg for treats too much. But they’re wrong – we don’t beg for treats… we DEMAND treats! And sometimes, just to liven things up, we make our demands from the other side of the kitchen (to keep mum and dad on their toes). C’mon dad, put the camera down and…
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My Favorite Pillow
Don’t tell her, but Betsy is my favorite pillow. Shhhh. -Gus