First stage – disapproval from a distance:
Second stage – indifference:
Third stage – annoyance:
Fourth and final stage – absolute disdain:
Warning: exposure to high intensity rabbit disapproval may be hazardous to your health, and may cause small electronic devices to spontaneously explode.
Mummy let us out this morning – finally! I was getting SO BORED being cooped up in that area. Betsy and I did a bunch of binkies!
Still, we didn’t get our morning treats – so I guess mum hasn’t totally forgiven us yet. Dad says we’re on “probation.” So we’ve got to watch ourselves.
Dad also said that when he goes out to the carpet store today, we might be put back under lockdown, because he said he can’t trust us anymore.
I guess I’d better make an effort to soften them up by looking extra cute… maybe I’ll jump up on the couch and say “hi” to mummy? She’ll like that, right?
It’s just a fun place to be!
Until dad shows up with his camera.
Dad, what ARE you doing?
Betsy wonders the same thing, but from a safe distance.
Watch out Betsy – dad’s watching!
Time to settle down for a bit. Maybe dad will leave us alone if we just sit really still.
Yep, it worked!
Dad often marvels at how my feet can stick out sideways while the front of me is straight on.
I guess it’s just one of my many talents as a rabbit!
Yesterday I was laying outside of dad’s office, guarding it.
Dad was too scared to come out of his office with ME there!
So I gave him some concentrated “rabbit disapproval.”
You didn’t give me enough treats today, dad… therefore, YOU SUCK!
Later I found dad slumped over in his chair shivering… I guess I may have laid on the disapproval a little too heavy, so I came in and talked him out of his slump.
It’s OK dad. Just don’t let it happen again, OK? Treats at 7:30am sharp next time, got it?
I must be going soft in my old age.
Believe me, it’s a lot of fun to chew and rip!
It creeps dad out when I sit behind him in his office and just stare at him. He’ll turn around and say “Gus, what are you doing?”
If I really want to freak him out, I don’t say anything. But I always think of things I could say:
- “I’m plotting your inevitable demise.”
- “Setting you on fire… with my mind!”
- “Wondering why you haven’t fed me yet, and how to properly punish you for this transgression.”