Wednesday, September 30, 2009


When you ring a bell, it goes "DUMB!"

This is how I feel about bell pepper.

It is not food.

Monday, September 28, 2009

News for You!

What is this?

I have news for you.

Whatever this is, it is not food.

Whatever were you thinking?

Was this cheap? On Sale?

Get a clue.

Rabbits do not do "On Sale."

Four page color spread of PetCo sale items has NO RABBIT ITEMS.

Stuff for hamsters and chinchillas.

Stuff for dogs and cats.

Stuff for fish and birds.

Stuff for reptiles and amphibians.

No rabbit stuff.

PetCo knows that rabbits do not do "On Sale."

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Special Delivery

Ankles showed this to me. We got hay delivered! Half of this is alfalfa. Half of this is orchard grass. I get some of the orchard grass. It's pretty good. We never run out.

Monday, September 14, 2009


Ankles told me about entropy. All things tend toward chaos.
Her dad says there is order in chaos. He is a math guy.

I told them about buntropy.

I think they had it figured out already.

Friday, September 11, 2009

So far, so OK.

I continue to mold and shape Ankles' behavior.

We are spending lots of morning floor time. We often eat lunch together. Evenings are bunpier.

I was getting my new litter basket with hay, and my pellets each evening. Ankles knows she cannot change my basket unless I get pellets first. Later we would have some sling time*. Then greens.

I got tired of waiting so long for my sling. It should be first! So I refused to eat my pellets. I refused to get out of the old basket. "No! I am not sick!"

I went to the pick-up area of my cage. I stared hard. Ankles reached for the old basket. I THUMPED the floor real hard! UNACCEPTABLE!

She changed the basket anyway. She said I was grumpy and went away.

I tried again the next night. THUMP! She figured it out. First we had sling, then pellets and new basket. That was better,

New problem: Two evening visits have become one.

*go here to see about my sling

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Nota Bun

Ankles took a pic of my Brother so I could "be there."

My Brother is not a bun after all.

He is furniture.

Friday, September 4, 2009


My big brother sent me these. How nice! He doesn't live here, I know him only by the smell. You can tell a lot by the smell. That's how I know he is a buck. The smell.

I know he is a rabbit. It's the hair. It is everywhere! He doesn't even live here! It's everywhere.

Ankles says he can eat one of these in one bite. He is the worlds biggest rabbit!

He sent two kinds. The pellet shaped ones are delish. They are very hard. Take a long time to eat. The poop shaped ones are not good. The shape is not a coincidence.