After breakfast, Betsy and I like to lounge around before we start making trouble for dad.
Hmmm… I guess dad is right, I do need to be brushed. I’m getting a little shaggy!
Dad pulled these pictures out the other day (and they’re actual “photos” on paper & everything!) and he got all sad. I guess this was one of his first pets from long, long ago. Dad said his name was “Mario” – and that he was named after the race-car driver, not the video game character.
I guess they call them a “guinea pig?”
Hey, I do the same thing!
Looks comfy to me!
I just noticed – dad keeps a picture of this guinea pig on his desk. I guess he really loved him.
Aww, don’t be sad, dad, I’m sure he’s in a happy place with lots of yummy greens.
Kind of a sad thing to remember, but still – there were all those good times, right? And now you’ve got me & Betsy!
Ah, that’s better – dad’s smiling now.
Now, feed me.
Well, there it is. The other day, the “bunny temple” moved over here, and Gus’s second-favorite chair was taken away (mom said it didn’t match the room). Since then, we’ve investigated the temple a bit more, and I have to say… I approve. It’s a nice place to hide, and the wicker is quite tasty. Though I do wish it had a back door for easy escapes… maybe I can get Gus to help me make one!
Saturday is the day that mom goes shopping for the week, and this Saturday I documented the process that mom and dad go through to prepare our meals for the week.
This is the food that mom brings home from the store (what did she call it… oh yeah, “whole foods”).
Parsley is the first thing that mom and dad take care of, because it’s pretty easy. Mmmm, makes me hungry just looking at it!
Of course, Betsy and I demand that our food is washed – after all, greens can be dirty, and we are clean bunnies. So dad chops up everything (here he’s cutting the kale – our favorite!) and washes it in the sink.
Mom tries to keep things exciting, so they often add other greens besides just lettuce and kale. This week it smells like arugala!
We eat a lot, so the sink really starts to fill up!
Oh man my mouth is watering…
Here dad is adding some romaine lettuce. We don’t like that as much as the kale, but dad gets mad at us if we don’t eat all our vegetables – he says “no treats until you eat all your lettuce!” He can be stubborn at times!
Here dad’s swishing the greens around to wash them.
That’s quite a full sink!
Dad complained that the water was quite cold. Well, duh, dad, it’s winter!
Here dad and mum get all the hardware ready to “process the bunny food,” as they say.
We prefer our greens dry, so dad has to spin them dry with the salad spinner. It makes a lot of noise when he uses it, but I always know that dinner is coming soon when I hear it!
Mom says it’s important to use plenty of paper towels (recycled, no bleach, of course) in the containers so the food stays dry in the fridge. Otherwise, it can get soggy after a few days – and no bunny likes soggy lettuce!
Dad begins draining the greens.
Work faster, dad! I’m hungry!
This is the noisy part.
Make sure they are all drained, dad!
Mom bought these containers because they fit well in the fridge. Also, they have nice lids that can be sealed tight to keep our food fresh all week long.
Dad has to repeat these steps quite a few times for all those greens.
Mmmm… dinner is served! Well, sort of. Dinner (and breakfast) for the week is ready, anyway!
Does this qualify as “bunny pr0n?” I don’t know… but it definitely gets me excited!
This is how it looks from my point of view – just before I eat it! *chomp chomp chomp*
I do not approve of taking photos of me! Actually I’m just joking, I don’t mind. Just stop making that beeping sound!
Dad laughed when he saw us. Betsy just wouldn’t get out of my way, and I wanted to lie down!
I was just hanging out under the dining room table, enjoying a sunbeam, when dad took this photo. He held really still though, so he didn’t bother me.
Hey dad, wow! You made me look really good! Good job!
Now give me a treat.
After all, I am the “top bun” in this house!
Dad always thinks I’m up to something. He’s usually right – but I won’t say what I was sneaking around for!
I can hear your camera beep when it focuses, dad, and it annoys me. I’m trying to sleep here!
The other day it snowed here, and dad was also sick, so he stayed on the couch all day. So Betsy and I stayed with him all day. Still, somehow, at the end of the day, I was tired, too! Can’t a bunny take a flop without someone trying to take a picture? I mean, really, dad!
This weekend, this new thing showed up in the living room:
Eventually I snuck up to it and went inside. It’s made of wicker, and seems like it might make a good hiding place – if it weren’t for the fact that there’s only one way out (you could get cornered).
And I honestly have no idea what that pink fuzzy thing is on top there.
Gus said that dad bought it from “IKEA” and that he calls it the “bunny temple.” Gus and I remain skeptical.
Dad’s always trying to take photos of us.
It doesn’t always work.
Especially with Betsy – she’s always lurking in the dark somewhere.
Sometimes he uses it for catching photographic evidence of our rampages. Or, well, Betsy’s rampages, anyway.
As for me – I don’t mind as long as he lets me sleep.