Every year, dad tries to take a photo of us for his Christmas card. (It never turns out well – for him, or for us.) This year, he tried to keep things simple, but… well… you’ll see.
We don’t like being picked up and put in strange places, dad. Never you mind that we both have jumped up here at various points in the past, that doesn’t count!
As you can imagine, we don’t take dad’s direction on how to pose very well. Nobody wants to see your bum, Gus!
Dad’s attempts to “pose” us himself don’t work out too well.
While Gus tries to talk some sense into dad, I try to find a way off this chair.
I think Gus was starting to get into the “spirit” of things a little tiny bit. I, on the other hand, was getting tired of all this, and I let dad know by giving him a good disapproving stare.
Dad tried “posing” me, but he only has the 2 hands – he can’t pose us both at the same time!
I disapprove of this.
I really disapprove of this.
Trying a different angle, dad? It won’t work. Just give up.
Even Gus is getting tired of this by now.
Dad started to get desperate towards the end, and took overhead shots of us. Nice try, but no.
Zooming in doesn’t count as another try, dad. Maybe you’re just not cut out for this?
Can we get down now?
Eventually, after much flipping back and forth between these photos (and many more he took that didn’t turn out), dad and mum settled on this one for the Christmas card this year:
They put a nice festive red border around it and everything – it looks… OK, I guess. But definitely not worth all the hassle he put us through for it.
Well, that’s all for now – hope everybunny has a nice Christmas filled with cranberries, banana, and other treats!
Hey, dad… where are my treats? Don’t you know what day it is?
No treats? I’m… very disappointed in you, dad.
Look at poor Betsy, dad. She wants a treat. Won’t you give her (and me) one? I think it’d be in your best interest. If Betsy doesn’t get a treat, she might start hungerly eyeing mum’s shoes, if you know what I mean…
C’mon dad, how can you say no to us?
Oh, now you’ve done it. Betsy says “I’m over you, dad.” You’ve been snubbed.
I’ll tell you what, dad… it’s a whole day event here. There had better be some more treats for us by the end of the day. That’s all I’m saying.
This all happened about a month ago, but I was finally able to sneak the photographic evidence away from dad.
Yes, once again dad forced us to pose for his Christmas card.
Needless to say, we DID NOT APPROVE.
What you can’t see is all the stuff around us – dad was trying really, really hard. Just look!
I think this qualifies as bunny torture.
This was the final result:
I think we’ve finally convinced dad that “posed” pictures just aren’t going to work with us anymore. We won’t put up with it. I think next year he won’t try anything this outlandish – which means we’ve succeeded in putting a stop to this nonsense. Bunnies: 1, Dad: 0!
Everyone have a merry Christmas! I hope you get lots of treats!
After those first joyful Christmases, filled with treats, phone books, and wrapping paper to chew and shred, mum and dad somehow got it into their heads that they should send out Christmas cards… with pictures of us on the front.
Well, it’s starting to get on towards that time of year. So I thought I’d go back and remember some bunny Christmases from years past.
I can still remember my first Christmas – I got lots of good presents back then.
Of course, I got to be the first one to sniff the presents (and chin them, so that they were all MINE!).
Oh yeah, and Betsy was there too – so it was the first Christmas for us both!
As you can expect, there were treats galore.
Though I had mastered the art of disapproval even then. Plus, I’d rather have what dad has… that looks like fun to chew on! (He never gave it to me to chew on.)
But the wrapping paper was kind of a present in itself, so it was OK.