Dad tried to help us out by “fixing” our cottontail cottage.
Hmmm… I’m not sure if this counts as “fixing,” but then again it is more structurally stable now. And I can chew in places I couldn’t before, so that’s good.
I guess we’ll see.
There are some… problems with Betsy’s new arrangement of the Cottontail Cottage.
Specifically, now it’s really hard for me to get at the hay!
I told dad to do something about it, but he just kept taking pictures. He is useless.
Ugh, what a mess. Dad, make yourself useful and just fix it for me while I lie here, OK? And be quick about it. And be quiet too. And, while you’re at it, bring me some treats. Got all that?
Dad says I have structurally compromised our Cottontail Cottage:
I don’t know what he’s talking about. CLEARLY this was the result of a severe bunquake; probably a 8.2 on the destructo-scale if you ask me.
Interestingly, now that our Cottontail Cottage has toppled over, it’s even more fun! For example, now I can hide inside and eat hay at the same time.
Nice! (Can you see me through the door?)
It’s still fun to poke my head out and see what’s going on. Oh, and by the way, dad gave me that hay-tube-thing the other day, saying that I needed something to “take my destructive tendencies out on.” Yeah, I don’t get what he’s talking about either.
The back side of the cottage is quite a mess – so much so that I wouldn’t allow dad back there to take photos (too dangerous).
Dad thinks the house is a total loss; I think it can still be salvaged. (At least, until we lose another wall!)
What do you think? Should we try to save the cottage, or just tear it down and get a new one?
I finally got motivated the other day to make a back door in the bunny temple. It was fun!
Dad didn’t sound so impressed when he saw it though. I thought I did pretty well – I chewed that whole thing open in just a few minutes!
Dad also left some new cardboard boxes out for Betsy and I to chew on (we agree with Lola – ripping cardboard is very satisfying). But after all that I was pretty tired!
Now if I could just stop dad from flashing that camera thing in my eyes every time I try to lay down, I’d be all set!
Well, I’m going to take a nap. Later!