What an exciting vacation we had! It started off slowly, with lots of lounging beneath the Pickup Truck Cabana and foraging for dandelions. Mom parked herself by the pond with a good book (at least the part I tasted was good!) and watched the birds and butterflies float by. It was blissful.
Kenzie and I enjoyed having the garage all to ourselves. Grandpa's allergic, you see, so we couldn't go in the house. We didn't mind. The garage is huge, with all sorts of interesting cubbyholes to explore, and a cool cement floor to keep us feeling refreshed in the stifling summer heat. We even had a visit from a pair of curious chipmunks, who slithered inside through the tiny crack on the side of the garage door! They weren't too happy to see us, or Mom, and promptly fled. Mom barricaded the crack so they couldn't come back. She was afraid they would expose us to rabies, or fleas, or exotic chipmunk diseases. Mom tends to be a worry wart.
Did I mention the stifling summer heat? On Wednesday it was 96 in the shade. Grandpa's allergies notwithstanding, Mom couldn't leave us outside to bake. She brought us into the back bedroom and turned on the AC for us. She set us up with litter boxes and burrow boxes and our favorite fleece pad, and we lounged the day away in climate-controlled comfort. We even got to spend the night in there! We pretended we were stranded on a desert island adrift in a sea of molten lava. It was great fun.
The back bedroom has all manner of intriguing cabinets and lots of exposed wood, but wouldn't you know, Mom watched us like a hawk and we didn't get so much as a tiny nibble. Even so, I had a grand time exploring and sliding back and forth on the shiny parquet floor. Kenzie did not care for that floor. She preferred to stay on the area rug where there was traction.
Well, now we are back in our own home, with all of our favorite belongings right where we left them. Mom is already planning our next getaway. She starts school this fall and wants to get another vacation in before classes begin. She misses the pond and the big old swing. I miss the fresh clover and mini roses. Kenzie misses hiding under the truck, just out of Mom's reach at bedtime!
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Counting down...
...the days until vacation! Once again, we will be setting out for the wonderland that is Granny and Grandpa's house, for a fun-filled yet relaxing week of blissful inactivity. Kenzie and I will lounge in the Garage beneath the Pickup Truck Cabana, while Mom whiles away the afternoon on the swing by the pond, sipping lemonade and swatting at bees. Delicious salads of fresh dandelion and clover await us, with a strawberry garnish and maybe even a carrot top or two!
Mom has already started a packing list. She says it would be easier to travel with triplet toddlers than it is to haul all of our bunny stuff back and forth. She says the term "high maintenance" comes to mind. I think that's grossly unfair. Just because I refuse to travel without my burrow box, two kinds of hay, special water crock, hay ball, litterboxes and cuddle blankie...
Mom herself packs light. A pair of old sweat pants and a couple tee shirts, a ratty nightgown and a pair of socks in case it gets chilly at night, and she's set for the week. The most strenuous activity she has planned for herself is scooping out ice cream. Mom is by nature a slothful creature, never more so than when she is camped out in the sunshine fanning herself with a Birds and Blooms magazine. She claims that Kenzie and I are lazy...well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, let me tell you!
Mom has already started a packing list. She says it would be easier to travel with triplet toddlers than it is to haul all of our bunny stuff back and forth. She says the term "high maintenance" comes to mind. I think that's grossly unfair. Just because I refuse to travel without my burrow box, two kinds of hay, special water crock, hay ball, litterboxes and cuddle blankie...
Mom herself packs light. A pair of old sweat pants and a couple tee shirts, a ratty nightgown and a pair of socks in case it gets chilly at night, and she's set for the week. The most strenuous activity she has planned for herself is scooping out ice cream. Mom is by nature a slothful creature, never more so than when she is camped out in the sunshine fanning herself with a Birds and Blooms magazine. She claims that Kenzie and I are lazy...well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, let me tell you!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Hoppy happy meal
Mom points out that it's been over a month since my last blog. I can't help it that I am a busy bunny, constantly in demand. I haven't forgotten my adoring public, all five of them. Here's the latest scoop:
Mom finished another assignment, this one about seniors and technology. She had to interview old people about their views toward computers and such. Not as much fun as frat boys, but she got a decent article out of it, meaning we'll be able to buy groceries this week.
Speaking of food, Mom likes to eat, and wants to keep on doing it, so she needs more of an income than the newspaper or her cleaning job can provide. So Mom dragged herself down to the local McDonald's and put in her application. They hired her on the spot, gave her a hideous uniform and told her to show up next Monday morning bright and early.
Mom is not happy about this. She did not expect to reach a certain age and find herself flipping burgers for a living alongside pimply-faced adolescent boys. She tries to look on the bright side. McDonald's provides a generous employee discount. So Mom can stock up on Big Macs and fries, and save a lot of money at the grocery store. Too bad Mom doesn't like Big Macs. She can stand the filet-o-fish, without tartar sauce and cheese. Or the hamburger, with extra onions and no ketchup (and to think Mom calls US finicky eaters...).
So now Mom officially has three jobs, and as you may well imagine, this cuts drastically into our Quality Bunny Time. She promises to spend her every waking non-working moment with us, and we think that's only right. What could possibly be more important than Kenzie's chin scratch or my forehead rub? Mom promises that we'll still have our annual June vacation, just the three of us. We're going to hold her to it.
Mom finished another assignment, this one about seniors and technology. She had to interview old people about their views toward computers and such. Not as much fun as frat boys, but she got a decent article out of it, meaning we'll be able to buy groceries this week.
Speaking of food, Mom likes to eat, and wants to keep on doing it, so she needs more of an income than the newspaper or her cleaning job can provide. So Mom dragged herself down to the local McDonald's and put in her application. They hired her on the spot, gave her a hideous uniform and told her to show up next Monday morning bright and early.
Mom is not happy about this. She did not expect to reach a certain age and find herself flipping burgers for a living alongside pimply-faced adolescent boys. She tries to look on the bright side. McDonald's provides a generous employee discount. So Mom can stock up on Big Macs and fries, and save a lot of money at the grocery store. Too bad Mom doesn't like Big Macs. She can stand the filet-o-fish, without tartar sauce and cheese. Or the hamburger, with extra onions and no ketchup (and to think Mom calls US finicky eaters...).
So now Mom officially has three jobs, and as you may well imagine, this cuts drastically into our Quality Bunny Time. She promises to spend her every waking non-working moment with us, and we think that's only right. What could possibly be more important than Kenzie's chin scratch or my forehead rub? Mom promises that we'll still have our annual June vacation, just the three of us. We're going to hold her to it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Boy, oh boys
Mom's latest assignment went off without a hitch. Well, that's not entirely true. She had to interview a bunch of frat boys, remember? First the batteries in her tape recorder died, then her pen froze (it was COLD) and she had to keep borrowing lighters to heat it so she could take notes. Lucky for her there were a lot of smokers in the area.
The frat boys were all quite friendly and helpful, and Mom got some great material. But she didn't remember the cardinal rule, which is "go before you go". She had to use the bathroom at the frat house. Mom's skin is still crawling. 30 guys and one toilet? You can imagine the carnage. She didn't remember the second rule either, which is "pack your paper". There wasn't a shred of toilet tissue to be found. Live and learn, the hard way.
Her next job also involves college students, but these ones will be cleaner (she hopes) and it will be much warmer (she hopes) and she will come prepared (still hoping). There's a big charity walk-a-thon on Sunday and Mom has to explore the scene and take pictures. It comforts her to know that we'll be snug and safe at home, waiting eagerly for her return, regardless of how many misadventures she has along the way.
The frat boys were all quite friendly and helpful, and Mom got some great material. But she didn't remember the cardinal rule, which is "go before you go". She had to use the bathroom at the frat house. Mom's skin is still crawling. 30 guys and one toilet? You can imagine the carnage. She didn't remember the second rule either, which is "pack your paper". There wasn't a shred of toilet tissue to be found. Live and learn, the hard way.
Her next job also involves college students, but these ones will be cleaner (she hopes) and it will be much warmer (she hopes) and she will come prepared (still hoping). There's a big charity walk-a-thon on Sunday and Mom has to explore the scene and take pictures. It comforts her to know that we'll be snug and safe at home, waiting eagerly for her return, regardless of how many misadventures she has along the way.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Taste of spring
Mom went to visit Granny yesterday and came home with a whole trunk load of applewood branches! They are the perfect size to gnaw on and loaded with tasty nublets. Kenzie and I wasted no time digging in. Mom says we have to share with the sanctuary rabbits. As a rule, I am opposed to the "S" word but suppose in this case I can make an exception.
In other news, Mom has been busy with her new job, which means she is hogging the computer and using up all my internet time. This may be the last you hear from me for a while. Last week she interviewed a group of senior citizens about new technology, and this week it's a house full of frat boys who are hosting a charity event. Mom is excited about those frat boys. She's planning to wear a new sweater and her good bra. I hesitate to remind her that she is old enough to be their mother. Mom can be rather touchy sometimes.
As for Kenzie and me, we're continuing our assault on the sofa springs. Mom erected a feeble barrier, but mere cardboard and duct tape are no match for two determined bunnies! Mom hears us rampaging and just whimpers. She tries to convince us that "neat" and "tidy" are desirable qualities and ones we should aspire to. I say what good is a living room without upholstery bits strewn from wall to wall? She should at least be impressed by our work ethic.
In other news, Mom has been busy with her new job, which means she is hogging the computer and using up all my internet time. This may be the last you hear from me for a while. Last week she interviewed a group of senior citizens about new technology, and this week it's a house full of frat boys who are hosting a charity event. Mom is excited about those frat boys. She's planning to wear a new sweater and her good bra. I hesitate to remind her that she is old enough to be their mother. Mom can be rather touchy sometimes.
As for Kenzie and me, we're continuing our assault on the sofa springs. Mom erected a feeble barrier, but mere cardboard and duct tape are no match for two determined bunnies! Mom hears us rampaging and just whimpers. She tries to convince us that "neat" and "tidy" are desirable qualities and ones we should aspire to. I say what good is a living room without upholstery bits strewn from wall to wall? She should at least be impressed by our work ethic.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Destructo-buns
Mom calls Kenzie and me her tiny tornadoes, and with good reason. We lay waste to our surroundings with lightning speed! Why, just this morning Kenzie flung the hay bowl off the top step of our pen. Hay flew everywhere! I did my part by scattering pieces clear out to the living room. By the time we were finished, there wasn't a square inch of our surroundings that wasn't buried in hay.
Usually Mom groans and drags out the vacuum. That poor vacuum. I don't know how it's managed to survive this long. But sometimes, like today, Mom just gives up. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" she moans, picking her way through the rubble. She needn't be so melodramatic. It's just hay. We'll eat it, sooner or later. Personally, I like being able to graze my way through half the house.
Mom tries to blame the sorry state of her housekeeping on us buns, but that's so unfair. It's not OUR fault there's a hairball the size of a small chipmunk in the bathtub drain. And that mountainous heap of unfolded clothes in the bedroom? That has nothing to do with US. Sure, we might try to scale it every now and then, maybe take a little nibble out of a T shirt here or there. We are curious little bunnies and that's what bunnies do.
Mom likes to tell us a story about two good little bunnies who are fastidiously tidy, never shed, and keep their poop piled neatly inside their litterboxes at all times. We don't believe a word of it. Bunnies were born to wreak havoc, and that's just what we do, on a daily basis. Why, Mom wouldn't know what to do without the crunch of hay underfoot. If it wasn't for us, she'd be forced to clean up her own cookie crumbs, and shred her own bills. She really ought to THANK us for our service.
Usually Mom groans and drags out the vacuum. That poor vacuum. I don't know how it's managed to survive this long. But sometimes, like today, Mom just gives up. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" she moans, picking her way through the rubble. She needn't be so melodramatic. It's just hay. We'll eat it, sooner or later. Personally, I like being able to graze my way through half the house.
Mom tries to blame the sorry state of her housekeeping on us buns, but that's so unfair. It's not OUR fault there's a hairball the size of a small chipmunk in the bathtub drain. And that mountainous heap of unfolded clothes in the bedroom? That has nothing to do with US. Sure, we might try to scale it every now and then, maybe take a little nibble out of a T shirt here or there. We are curious little bunnies and that's what bunnies do.
Mom likes to tell us a story about two good little bunnies who are fastidiously tidy, never shed, and keep their poop piled neatly inside their litterboxes at all times. We don't believe a word of it. Bunnies were born to wreak havoc, and that's just what we do, on a daily basis. Why, Mom wouldn't know what to do without the crunch of hay underfoot. If it wasn't for us, she'd be forced to clean up her own cookie crumbs, and shred her own bills. She really ought to THANK us for our service.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Give credit where credit is due
So Mom had her first job assignment last week, interviewing a local artist about her exhibit and life in general. Mom was nervous to the point of almost being sick. She did all of her research, bought a new tape recorder, and dressed in her nicest "interview clothes", but it still wasn't enough to quell the terror rising within her breast! "Oh, Freddie," she moaned. "How I wish rabbits were allowed in the art museum. I would wrap you in a blankie and take you along with me for moral support!"
Well, we all know how well THAT would go over. She couldn't take ME, but she did end up taking about a half pound of my hair, stuck up and down her good black slacks. Did I mention it's shedding season? Mom said having fuzzy pants would remind her that we, her loyal bunnies, are always with her in spirit, and will love her even if she falls flat on her face and gets fired in disgrace.
She did not fall flat on her face after all. In fact, her piece was printed on the front page of the paper, and she knows exactly who to thank for that! Who sat at her feet while she frantically typed, offering constructive criticism and alternate word choices? Why, I practically wrote the whole article myself, but being a modest and unassuming bunny, would hesitate to point that out to anyone who might ask. Let mom bask in the glory all by herself. WE know the truth.....
Well, we all know how well THAT would go over. She couldn't take ME, but she did end up taking about a half pound of my hair, stuck up and down her good black slacks. Did I mention it's shedding season? Mom said having fuzzy pants would remind her that we, her loyal bunnies, are always with her in spirit, and will love her even if she falls flat on her face and gets fired in disgrace.
She did not fall flat on her face after all. In fact, her piece was printed on the front page of the paper, and she knows exactly who to thank for that! Who sat at her feet while she frantically typed, offering constructive criticism and alternate word choices? Why, I practically wrote the whole article myself, but being a modest and unassuming bunny, would hesitate to point that out to anyone who might ask. Let mom bask in the glory all by herself. WE know the truth.....
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