Naturally, I have no problem with just flopping wherever I want to, since after all, this is my house.

Dad thought I was being “weird” when he saw me lying in the middle of the hallway, but really, it’s not weird at all. It’s my house, I can flop wherever I want to.

-Gus

I have no idea why.

-Gus

So true:

Yes, I do love a nice clean litter box – but then, who wouldn’t?

Of course, my enjoyment of a clean litter box can only last so long. Eventually Betsy will jump in (while I’m still in here!) and try to push me out of the way so she can use the box (for its named purpose). Then, inevitably, on the 2nd day Betsy will get the urge to dig in the litter box, scattering the nice clean litter all over the place – and after that, it’s never quite the same (even though dad does usually come by and clean up Betsy’s mess).

Still, it’s nice while it lasts. Dad tends to think that I’m kind of weird for liking to lay in my clean litter box – but I think that’s just because he’s never tried it, so he doesn’t understand how nice it is.

Do any other bunnies enjoy lounging in freshly cleaned litter boxes?

-Gus

Like, say, right next to dad’s desk, while he’s hard at work:

“Don’t mind me, dad, I’m just taking a quick nap. You keep working though.”

-Gus

Dad also tells me that they are trying to raise money to build a permanent shelter & education site for rabbits – I think this is a Good Idea.

So, if you can (and I know you can), please give them a donation – even a small one would help. It’s super-easy – you can donate with PayPal on their website (you have to scroll down a bit), or donate via check or even just drop off supplies that they need!

So, c’mon. Help them out. If you do, I promise to… not disapprove of your very existence (for a little while, anyway).

-Gus

Of course, dad didn’t quite like it when I started attacking the brown blanket – biting and chewing and tossing it. So he shoo-shoo-ed me out of the chair (but not before I grunted at him a few times in disapproval).

I am the King, dad, the KING!

-Gus

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………….

(You’d better not wake me up, dad!)

-Betsy

So I decided to correct him.

You see, dad? I can sit in the chair too.

Which means I’m the boss.

Now go fetch me some treats.

As you can imagine, though, dad didn’t give me any treats. So Betsy and I blocked him in his office for a while and wouldn’t let him out.

Not as satisfying as treats, but still a good day’s work if you ask me.

-Gus

Ummmm…. I’m just… looking!

See? Nothing to see here; it’s just Gus sitting around, nothing unusual about that. (Pay no attention to the bunny behind the curtain!)

Say what now? That’s not me – it must be your camera not working again. You should look into that. Because it clearly wasn’t me.

Nope, I was sitting here all along.

You just… missed seeing me hop over here from the left, that’s all dad. Yep, I’ve been here the whole time, not being up to anything no-good at all.

I’ll just… be going over here now. And there’s no need for you to look behind that curtain to see if I was there, because, as I said, I wasn’t there. Trust me.

-Betsy

His next picture was much better, a true representation of where I had been the whole time.

See dad? I’m right here, not behind the door. Nope. Not behind the door. Just here, sitting, watching you pretend to work (while secretly taking pictures of me).

Despite this, dad asked me “what were you doing behind there?”

I said “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Since dad’s eyes were clearly playing tricks on him (maybe he’s working too hard?) I said “see you later, dad” and hopped off.

I think dad needs to get his eyes checked out. Because I was clearly, definitely, certainly not up to anything behind the door there.

-Gus