Blizzard

Mom says we got a HUGE blizzard yesterday while she was sick in bed. Apparently she's going to bring us outside to play. I love to snow. I tunnel in it and dig. It's the best thing since Grandma's garden. Poptart hasn't been outside in the snow yet so mom wants to see what she does. Mom said she'll post pictures on Facebook for everyone to see.

This morning she did this odd thing to the skin on the back of my neck. She kind of pinched it and twisted it. Anyways I didn't like it but she said I'm mildly dehydrated and that I should take a lesson from Poptart and start drinking out of the water bottle. I was doing really well but then I decided to throw mom off her game. It's my favourite past time. She says today I get my revolution on the back of my neck and maybe a nail trim. I positively HATE the feeling of that stuff. It gets all kind of crusty if mom gets it on my fur and she always puts it somewhere I can't lick. She says if I ingest it it can hurt my tummy, which is already so sensitive. She's calling the vet right now to see if Poptart is big enough to get it too. HAHA I hope she does so I have someone else to be miserable with.

Gone? WHAT DO YOU MEAN!

Mum and Dad left this weekend and left me and Poptart with Auntie Bev and that terrible pug. She likes to eat my treats! She couldn't come downstairs though she's hurt mum says. Poptart has grown up and likes to get cleaned by me. She bumps me all the time for me to clean her. She doesn't understand I'm lazy! Sometimes I am so lazy I have to get mum to clean my bum for me! She hasn't had the joy of a bath yet. She is getting very wooly though. Mum says it's her adult coat coming in. We went to the vet recently to get our nails clipped. Poptart is really bad and gets scared. They had to bunny burrito her. She didn't like it at all. Mum says that I need to be a good big brother and show her the ropes but not to show her my bad habits. Too bad mum. I've already started.

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING MUM!

About three weeks ago Mum and Dad came home with this box... I didn't want anything to do with it obviously. Well... tough luck apparently that box was going to be part of my life... FOREVER. Mum and Dad brought me home a little sister AND a new cage.. At first I wasn't sure what to think of the new cage but I soon noticed it had far more room, but this little sister... She kept trying to get into my house.. At dinner time she kept stealing my salad and even ate all of my crackers!!! But it gets better, yesterday Daddy bought me a peach, the ultimate ultimate treat, AND SHE STOLE A PIECE! Naturally I let her have it and mum gave me a treat for it..

Speaking of treats the other day she stole one right out of my mouth! I grunted at her to let her know who was boss. I get some reprieve though Mum and Dad let her out to run around and of course I don't leave the cage very frequently. Sometimes when I do though its to trick mum into giving me a treat. She ALWAYS does thinking it'll encourage me to come out more often. HAHA good luck Mum.

Christmas Bunny

It's that time of year again when Mummy gives me packages to rip open, only this year I didn't feel like it so Mum and Dad did it for me. For christmas we visited Grandma and Grandpa and I enjoyed the peace and quiet from my kitten brother Ser Pounce. The car ride was terrible though! Mummy forgot to take my bunny kabobs off my cage and they jingled the whole way. It felt like hours long but Dad said it was only an hour car ride. We stayed with Grandpa and Grandma for two nights and then we had another hour drive back home.. Brrr it was cold out! Once we got back home Mummy set my cage back up and then they left! Without feeding me dinner!! How dare they! They came back this morning and then Daddy was grabbing my salad bowl to feed me dinner and he dropped it into my water dish! Well guess what happened then?? It broke! So Daddy cleaned my cage and Mummy dragged out my house and blanket and vacuumed it out to make sure that everything was gone and I wouldn't get hurt. I HATE it when they clean my cage. I growl and grunt and sometimes charge to let them know to back off but it never works.. I guess it all worked out in the end though.. I got a whole big fat carrot out of the ordeal usually I only get little bits or a quarter of one in my dinner salad.

You're a mean one Mr. Bun

My mummy has taken to lately calling me the Grinch bunny. She even suggested dressing me up as one for christmas photos with Santa Paws on Saturday.. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT MUM! Holidays are just hard on me. They remind me of my past. Many people get animals for christmas, or other holidays. I myself was an Easter Bunny, but unlike many other easter bunnies, my mummy knew what she was getting into as she already had another pet bunny before me that passed away from cancer. I was lucky! Many pets aren't so lucky.. Children get puppies for christmas and soon get bored of them and then the parents complain about the responsibility and the puppy gets dropped off at a rescue or animal shelter. *shudder* It pains me to think that I could have ended up this way! If you'd like to accept a pet into your home this christmas check out your local SPCA, rescues or animal shelters! But no matter the holiday you celebrate whether it be bunmas, christmas, Hanukkah or others have a Happy and Safe Holiday!

P.S Mummy says check this out and Keep your pets safe this holiday season!
https://www.avma.org/public/Pages/HolidayPetDonts.aspx?utm_source=avma-at-work&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=holiday

Soft Bunny, Warm Bunny, Little ball of Fat.

I know I'm just a bunny but I want to take a few moments to speak about something important to my family. Mental health awareness. My mummy has a mental disease, well obviously all humans do, it's not their fault they can't achieve bunny greatness. She has general anxiety disorder, and even though it's not something you can see, it's very real. The other night she clung on to me in deep fear hyperventilating and shivering. I was very scared, not because I was picked up, but because my mummy was so scared and sick.. I knew something was very wrong so I just let her cry into my fur. I keep trying to tell her that I know she'll be great one day. I know vets are just trying to help but I just hate them, but I know she'll be a great bunny vet one day..

She tells me about all these things that people say or do, and even the teachers at school give her a very hard time. Just because someone says they have a disability and you can't see them don't judge them thinking they are just trying to get it off easy! It really hurts their feelings. (And if it makes them cry they go home and cry into their bunnies fur and then we have to spend all that time cleaning up ourselves after, not that we mind if it's for a good reason).

Dinner Please??!!

This morning after mummy got back from her exam, she wanted to take a nap, Well I'd have none of that. Right when she was half asleep I started thumping. Usually when I start thumping at her it means I want my food so she got up and fed me my other half scoop of pellets and filled my hay rack and then went back to lie down. As soon as she was half asleep again I started thumping again. She was baffled and started talking to me and I stopped. After 5 minutes I started thumping again so she got up and gave me some treats (Sometimes she forgets to give them to me). As soon as I heard her get back into bed I started thumping more so she asked Daddy if he gave me my tummy meds this morning and he did so she was confused as to what I wanted so she turned on my heating blanket thinking I was cold. Guess again Mum! I started thumping again just to aggravate her. Finally she got up and started stroking my ears and I started chirping at her, I figured I should give her a reward for finally figuring out what I wanted. Of course I couldn't make it easy from the beginning! Can't have her started to slack off!