The other day dad caught me pulling down paper from one of his lower-to-the-ground side tables in his office. But instead of getting mad at me, he just took the paper away and gave me different paper to rip up. Thanks, dad!
Ripping up paper is such fun. (Gus helped, too.)
When dad came back and saw the work we’d done, he called us his little “organic paper shredders.” He even said maybe we could make a living out of selling our services as “organic” paper shredders.
Uh, no thanks dad – you’re the one who has to “work.” We don’t call you “bunny slave” for no reason, y’know. But nice try there, trying to make us earn our keep!
We don’t mind helping you out from time to time with your shredding needs, but this isn’t our day job!
I don’t think dad’s idea would have worked, anyway. We may be “organic” but we’re not terribly fast. I guess that’s what happens when you enjoy what you are doing too much – you don’t rush it! And ripping paper… mmmm… so much fun!
Speaking of which… dad I think it’s time to give me some more paper to rip up!!
I’m not sure if I like this new castle/maze thing dad put in our space. It’s a little too cramped. Don’t people realize we’re big buns? I’m no mini-lop, after all!
But, it’s OK… I’ve already chewed away the base of one of the internal “doors” so that I can stretch out when I lay down inside. I’m working on some of the external doors.
Last night, dad came out and told me to be quiet, though… something about the loud chomping of cardboard at 1am that didn’t sit well with him. Well, I was getting tired anyway, so I stopped a little bit after that.
The holes are bit smaller than I’d like as well – it’s hard to get up onto the second level. I’ll have to do some “remodeling” there as well.
This weekend, we escaped (again). Dad wasn’t very happy, so he didn’t give us treats.
I submit that depriving rabbits of their rightful morning treats is tantamount to “bunny abuse.”
Unfortunately, every time we escape, dad finds a way to stop us from getting out that way again. Eventually we’re going to run out of tricks!
Also: I found a way under the bed this weekend when no one was looking – all by myself! And mum and dad thought I was still in the office, so they even closed the door and left me in there! It was great!
Well, it was great until dad realized where I was… and then realized that I’d… um… chewed his phone cord… again…
I had to spend a while sitting alone in the dark of the bathroom for that one. It wasn’t fun. So that’s why when this morning Betsy said she’d found a way behind the couch, I declined to go with her – and a good thing, too. Mummy was NOT happy when she found Betsy behind the couch!
When I put it like that, it seems like we had a very eventful weekend, even though it didn’t feel like it. Dad’s computer thing was “under construction” all weekend, so that’s why we didn’t write.
Well, I’m going to go stretch my legs in the living room for a bit. Later!