{"id":936,"date":"2010-10-22T07:56:16","date_gmt":"2010-10-22T12:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/?p=936"},"modified":"2010-10-22T07:58:12","modified_gmt":"2010-10-22T12:58:12","slug":"a-new-challenger-has-appeared","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/2010\/10\/22\/a-new-challenger-has-appeared\/","title":{"rendered":"A New Challenger Has Appeared"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lately dad has been lamenting over how much of a mess we make in our area, saying things like we’ve “gotten worse” and “stop making such a huge mess” and of course his exasperated cry of “I just cleaned your area!”<\/p>\n

Whatever, dad. Gus and I have no idea what he’s talking about. Our area is just fine, thank you. And the hay that is scattered all over the floor – well, as we’ve talked about previously<\/a>, if dad would just give us the good hay to begin with, we wouldn’t have to dig for it and scatter it everywhere. Honestly, can’t he figure this stuff out on his own, or do I have to spell it all out for him?<\/p>\n

Anyway, the other day mum and dad came home with a new box, and then this <\/em>thing showed up:<\/p>\n

\"vacmaster<\/a>Dad said he was tired of constantly picking up after us, and tired of our hay clogging his regular vacuum.<\/p>\n

Now, almost every day, once we’ve left our area and settled into dad’s office for our daily nap, we can hear dad using this thing for a little while out in our area. And then we come out, and all the hay we’ve meticulously scattered everywhere is GONE<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

On top of that, now there’s a new loud thing (which of course scares Gus; but I am made of sterner stuff) and another reason for dad to be invading our space.<\/p>\n

I don’t think I like where this is going.<\/p>\n

-Betsy<\/p>\n

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The buns face off against… a shop vac?<\/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":[9,19],"class_list":["post-936","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bunny-life","category-pictures","tag-betsy","tag-human-behavior"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piorD-f6","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/936","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=936"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/936\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}