I accomplished a lot today.
I climbed a tall, tall tower. And…
I got groomed!
Although I do have to press my head in pretty far before Betsy starts grooming me instead of just herself.
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).
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.
Dad and mum were very sad that I was so angry at them – they apologized to me many times. Although they DID vacuum today (which I never like), they left us alone all the rest of the day. Then when they got home, dad took me outside to the porch and gave me a good brush-down, which I will admit, felt good because I have been shedding a lot lately.
So I came up to him afterwards and gave him a little nose-nudge to let him know that it’s OK and not to be so sad. He then gave me a papaya tablet and that’s how I know everything is OK again.
My dad made this video of Betsy and I doing some grooming the other day.
Last night my dad grabbed me (and Betsy) and gave us a brush-down, as well as clipping our toenails. Although I won’t admit it, it is nice to have my nails short again. And I always feel good after being brushed, what with all the loose hair gone and all.
So last weekend my dad grabbed me again and took me outside to get groomed. I guess I’m sort of getting used to it – and it does feel nice to have all this loose fur gone. I guess I am sort of shedding a lot at the moment.
Betsy and I have been spending a lot of time under the bed lately – it’s very warm out, or so I hear – my house is climate controlled so it’s always 72 degrees in here. Still, it’s summertime, and that means relaxing under the bed, and trying to get Betsy to groom me. I’ve even started trying to groom her – taking to heart the idea of “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” But so far it’s not working very well – I guess I don’t groom quite as well as Betsy does. Ah well.
Well, it’s near that time when I pop out into the living room for when dad gets home. Bye!
So, on Saturday my parents told me they’d be gone for the night to someplace called “New Jersey.” Well, lo and behold, no one was here to give me my treats Sunday morning. So in retaliation I ripped up one part of the new “bunny fort” that they’d set up for us. I also tipped over a bowl of pellets, and asked Betsy to really get into destroying that phone book they left out for us.
Sunday afternoon my dad came home and saw the destruction, but he wasn’t mad. Though he did notice that my fur is a bit ruffled from all that work – and I think it’s shedding season (again). So that night he grabbed me (!!!) and took me out on the porch. I was a bit upset at being picked up, but when he started to groom me with his hands, brushing off all the extra fur, I sort of relaxed. It was actually quite enjoyable – like a bunny massage! So, for my part, I forgave him for missing my treats that one morning. Just don’t let it happen again, dad!
The other day my mom and dad closed off the bedroom door and grabbed Betsy and gave her some serious brushing. She wasn’t too happy about it (she still won’t use the computer, she’s too scared), but when they were done with her, she looked a lot better.
Of course, then they grabbed me. I hate being picked up, but the grooming was kind of nice – I do feel better. This whole spring-time shedding of my winter coat thing is kind of getting old, at this point. So to show my appreciation, I jumped back up on the couch a little bit later and gave my mom and dad some attention. I know they just love it when I come up and visit them. They’re so easy to please.
This past weekend, I was traumatized by some serious grooming. Not the kind that Gus wants, but the kind that my mom and dad do to me. They picked me up and brushed me for so long, taking out some of the matted hair that had accumulated around my backside. Oh it was soooo scary! Whenever I can’t feel the ground underneath me, I get so nervous!
Still, I do feel a bit better – and I must admit my fur looks fantastic. Still, I hope they don’t pick me up again anytime soon!