I don’t know what he’s talking about… do you?

-Betsy

Who would lock up a cute bunny like me? I’m innocent I say, innocent!

Ha ha, just kidding, I wasn’t really locked up. I was just up to no good behind this little railing thing with Gus.

More than that I’m not saying, on the advice of my lawyer.

-Betsy

But we don’t necessarily like it when dad spies on what we’re doing under there.

Contrary to what it looks like, this is SERIOUS BUNNY BUSINESS.

Betsy in particular finds this invasion of our privacy particularly unsettling.

As for me, I find a good disapproving stare is very effective at getting dad to back off.

Fortunately I was able to get dad to go away before he uncovered any of our super top-secret bunny plans, so it’s all good.

-Gus

Unfortunately, dad somehow still manages to sense that I’m there (sometimes), and when he does he stops working and turns around to talk to me – or, in this case, take my picture.

All I have to say to you dad is “put the camera down and get back to work!”

Honestly, I think you’d never get any work done if I wasn’t here to keep an eye on you.

-Gus

Of course, there are all sorts of sounds in dad’s office – the music he listens to all day, the people he talks to, the sound of him moving around in his chair, and of him getting up from time to time.

Fortunately, I am very good at ignoring dad so I can get some sleep.

This is a new sleeping position I’ve developed recently – it helps me ignore dad in all the ways that matter, including ignoring the annoying “beep” from his camera.

I will let you know how it works out long term, but so far, so good.

-Betsy

Of course I often have to keep one ear over the edge, to keep track of where dad is.

Ahhh yeah, stretching out in a clean litterbox is the best, right?

-Gus

So, I did, as you can see here. It had a bunch of stuff in it though, so it was more fun this time to climb around.

I was even able to make it all the way to the top!

Now, getting down from the top was a bit tricky. I decided to jump on the cardboard box in the bottom-left of the picture. But my aim was a little off, and the box was a little… um… unstable from being chewed… and I kind of slipped off the top and landed on the ground. (I was fine of course, I’m a super-tough bun.)

Dad saw me and (after making sure I was OK) asked me “why did you climb my chair, Gus?”

I told him the answer is simple:

Because it was there.

-Gus

Dad often sees our wild cousins outside at dawn/dusk, but the light is usually too bad for him to take a picture (or our wild cousins will run off before he can get his camera – very smart of them!) But this time we had a relative who was out early enough for dad to take some pictures.

This one was apparently just grazing on some grass. One of his friends was there earlier, but he chased him away. We’ve actually seen up to 5 wild rabbits (hares) out in the yard at one time, chasing one another. Dad, being a  human, is never sure if they are just playing or if they are chasing one another to establish territory and rank. I can tell the difference, of course, but I’m keeping it a secret from dad. He needs to figure more stuff out on his own.

This is probably one of my favorite pictures. Just look at that little guy’s legs! That’s pretty impressive.

Our wild cousins are always hanging around the house. I will sometimes tease dad and say they are part of a secret bunny army that’s gathering. He always gets kind of nervous when I say that. I think he really believes me! Scaring dad is fun.

It is always nice to see fellow lagomorphs around. Do any of you have stories of being visited by our wild cousins to share?

-Gus

I completely disagree – I think my sleeping positions are completely normal, and also quite comfortable.

What do you think?

-Gus

Gus went first, and like always he played the part of the “good bun.”

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 scared and didn’t like it either!

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.

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

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 want to be out here anymore.

So I peed on him.

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.

Take that, dad!! That’ll teach you!!

-Betsy