Mum and Dad are back – they went away for a bit (about a week and a half). We don’t care where they went. In fact, we hardly noticed they were gone, since our auntie Leisa kept the food and treats kept coming. (Normally we would disapprove of them going away.)
Anyway, they’re back now (along with our grandparents from Australia). And as you can tell, we’re super excited.
Ha ha, fooled you – we’re not excited at all.
One thing I do disapprove of is dad letting the bunnycam go offline. (To be fair, he left it running, but the power went out once while he was gone, so it didn’t reconnect.) But, the bunnycam is back on-line now, so it’s all good.
Dad’s a big dope. He forgot to turn on the bunnycam today. Not that I would notice, since lately I’ve been spending my days out in our area, instead of in dad’s office (I need a break from Gus constantly trying to get me to groom him). But Gus told me about it. So, if you were looking forward to watching the bunnycam and watching Gus sleep all day long, blame dad. It’s all his fault.
Then, at the end of the day, he came out and cleaned my area – and I was not happy! I worked really hard to mess it up just the way I like it! How dare he clean it all up!
Just to show dad how mad I was, I didn’t even leave the area as he cleaned. I stayed there – even when he ran the loud vacuum cleaner. I think he knows I wasn’t happy, because he finished quickly and put out a big bowl of nice, fresh hay. (I waited until he wasn’t looking to come over and eat it, of course – can’t have him thinking that I appreciate what he did!)
Then dad came out and took some pictures – but he took them from the same spot he normally sits to give us treats. So, naturally, I came up for a look.
Do you have any treats, dad?
Please tell me you’ve got some treats there.
But dad tricked me. He had no treats – just his silly beeping camera.
I am not amused, dad.
I was not happy. Not happy at all.
Tricking me like that is not very nice.
How could you trick me like that?
I told dad I was not happy with him. Then I decided the best way to teach him a lesson was to ignore him.
Ignore him and spend some time grooming myself, of course.
But then dad fired that silly flash thing on his camera. I don’t appreciate the flash in my eyes, dad!!
Gus doesn’t like the flash either, dad. Why don’t you turn it off?
That’s better. Now stay there while I ignore you.
Then, to finish things off, I flopped down and gave him my most intense stare of disapproval.
He left just after that. I think he learned his lesson.