{"id":830,"date":"2010-06-05T18:46:24","date_gmt":"2010-06-05T23:46:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/?p=830"},"modified":"2010-06-05T18:46:24","modified_gmt":"2010-06-05T23:46:24","slug":"the-last-laugh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/2010\/06\/05\/the-last-laugh\/","title":{"rendered":"The Last Laugh"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mum and dad decided that since today was such a nice day, they’d dare to pick us up and take us outside and give us a brush-down. They even thought they’d be “nice” and take us out on the grass (in the shade, under a tree, right next to the house where it’s safe).<\/p>\n

Gus went first, and like always he played the part of the “good bun.”<\/p>\n

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Ugh. Just look at him, acting like it’s not so bad. But I know better… I saw his legs shaking when he came back in. He tries to play it like he’s a rough, tough bunny that’s not scared of anything, but I know he was <\/em>scared and didn’t like it either!<\/p>\n

Next was my turn, and I didn’t want to go. I thumped and ran around when dad came to pick me up, but he and mom were playing together and managed to corner me quickly.<\/p>\n

Then they took me outside, and not only did the brush me, but they trimmed my matted fur on my underside. How dare they!<\/em> All around it was a horribly degrading experience.<\/p>\n

But… I got the last laugh this time. In contrast to Gus playing the “good bun,” I always play the part of the “bad bun.” So, dad was trying to calm me down so he could keep brushing me, and I was sitting in his lap. I did not <\/em>want to be out here anymore.<\/p>\n

So I peed on him.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Dad quickly moved away from me and said (in a sort of surprised and confused voice) something about a warm feeling against his leg, and he very soon realized what I had done. I was then quickly brought back inside and left alone for the rest of the day. Mission accomplished.<\/em><\/p>\n

Take that, dad!! That’ll teach you!!<\/p>\n

-Betsy<\/p>\n

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Betsy doesn’t like being brushed… and she always gets the last laugh when you try to brush her!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,5],"tags":[16,9,11,14],"class_list":["post-830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bunny-life","category-pictures","tag-bad-bunny","tag-betsy","tag-bunny-behavior","tag-grooming"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piorD-do","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=830"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/830\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}