February - Monday Bunday

I've got the February blues.... The sun is starting to win, but I'm more than willing to call it quits minutes after waking... preferring to fall onto the nearest couch and stare at the wall.

Last night I had two great blog posts composed in my head.
They're gone now.

Here's this guy....

More than the usual disapproval, mixed with a little relief and gratitude. Bunny/bathtub smackdown number 2 of this year happened last night. Maybe he's feeling the blues too? He just hasn't been putting any effort into working on the mats of fur around his tail, and then (maybe too much information here?) he gets crap stuck to them... then can't reach properly to get to his first poops (bunnies have a double digestion thing they do... it's kind of gross) so he just keeps getting softer and softer craps, till he's a sticky gross mess... and then his stomach starts bothering him because he's not getting all the nutrition he should be getting from his food... so then he doesn't want to eat....

I'm making an appointment for him this week to shave some of the trouble spots... it should be an interesting experience.

Monday Bunday

I woke up the other morning and thought that the dog had killed the rabbit in the night.
There was blood EVERYWHERE.

Then I remembered that the dog was sleeping in my bed... was still sleeping in my bed, and couldn't have gotten down without my help.

Then I spotted him, laying half in his box, half out... asleep? dead?

I walked over to the box, he jumped up and poked me in the knee looking for treats. Not dead, peppy and saucy as ever. He had broken a nail in the night... and then sat under the kitchen table FLICKING his foot, spraying blood everywhere... whacking it against the rail under the table, making it bleed more.

I spent a good 45 mins on the floor scrubbing blood splatter and trying to convince myself that a CSI team wasn't going to blame me on a future murder with their specialized blood finding lights... And imagining myself as Dexter, analyzing the blood splatter and the directions it came from... discovering hidden sprays on the bottoms of chairs (how?), trails through the back room... till finally I found the nail, stuck in the litter-trapper carpet beside his litter/food box. You know the type? Rubbery plasticy threads meant to catch the little pieces of litter that stick to your pets' feet?

gross dude.

just gross.

Give me treats, I had a near death experience.

The real Monday Bunday

An aside: I wonder when blogger will come out with a mobile version?

How do you catch a rabbit?

In much the same way that you would catch a cat.

Get a box- any size- and place it on the floor.

Wait.

(not very long)

Monday Bunday

I nearly forgot that today is monday. So to make up for it, two for the price of one.
Disapproval bunny style- a lion's share... He's slightly annoyed with the pieces of felt that keep getting dropped on his head.

How to resolve that disapproval? Some bunny lovin' fixes it every time.

Those feet!!!! Look at that foot! I just want to squish it! 

Monday Bunday Flashback

Originally posted December 2007:

much packing going on around here.. the front hall is a maze of boxes.
While going thru boxes in the sunroom I found one little one... and decided to see if it could still be put to use....

at one point in time it WAS useful... He came home in it....

the other shoe

So the time I talked about my job in a negative light resulted in a stern "talkin' to" from a manager, asking me to take down a posting. That was several years ago. To this day I feel that it should have been left there. At the time my name was nowhere to be found on the blog, and my employer wasn't mentioned by name.

But, someone who knew me had read it and showed it to a manager... blah blah blah blah... the post was removed.

All that to say, I'm having rather negative thoughts about something that's happened with work... and I can't write them here, and I can't say that I feel like the organization has lost it's way and sight of it's vision, but I can say that I've spent a great deal of time swearing and self-pity-crying about it.

*insert a sneer and an eye roll here*

Thankfully there are bunnies to be pet and good people in my life.

(it may be time to bring back Bunday Mondays)

Pirates (Always) Pirates

Sometimes, when there's nothing better to do (than clean my house)
I look at old blog posts.

Yesterday felt a little meta when I found one talking about future digital archeologists digging thru the layers of the blogosphere, it linked back to an old post from Will's blog.

(greatest quote ever)

"Note to digital archaeologists of the distant future: Those cats could not actually has cheezburgers"

::side note, I've said it before, if you're not following Will's current project at "A Year Of Billy Joel", you're missing out::

I'm so off topic I've nearly forgotten the point of this post.

While digging thru old posts, I discovered I could look up history based on tags..which is why they're there in the first place.. They just don't make it very convenient. They've even changed the name of tags to "labels".

The number one tag used in this blog? "Monday Bunday" with something like 99 entries.  I've been known to dress up my pets. Next most tagged is "Community"... then not too too far down the line... "Pirates".

Of course Pirates.

All this to say... Today I opened my email to discover  this.. an invitation to audition for the part of a pirate. IN PETER PAN!

It's like my entire being has been waiting for this.

yarrrrr.

dark

Real spring is back.

Cold and dark.

I've lost all my enthusiasm to get anything done.

How do other people manage to accomplish anything?

I just want to sit around and take pictures of my pets.

It's Bunday Sunday. Spot the bunny?

Spring... and SPRUNG!

It's spring here!

Robins, Cardinals, Chickens, Wood Peckers... and giant leaping bunnies!

Poor 'Touff. He kept wiping out in the mud in the yard while he ran around. Slightly funny, slightly terrifying. Eventually he figured out that the herb bed was dry and solid and fun to play in (yes, the fence is going back up on it as soon as the last frost has passed). He's a bit of a lug though- and ran into the wall and the boards multiple times.

Yes, I called him a "wingnut".

monday bunday

so regal.

so lazy.

paddles and fuzz

I have a serious issue going on at the house.

Yes, she's a cute baby (a loaner).

Yes, he's a large bunny (a beast).

Yes, I should build the shoe rack (those boots).

But let's focus. That thunder bunny with the giant paddle feet? He's still molting. LOOK at that fur!

I've vacuumed every day for the past two weeks. I'm getting annoyed. This isn't something you can sweep up. Dust bunnies. Bigger than normal sized bunnies.

not even monday bunday.

Finally moved the kitchen table back into the kitchen... sad day.

Though, for a good cause- breakfast.

More specifically, Elevensies.

Sometimes known as Brunch, though edging into the lunching hour.

My little sister had a birthday this weekend- I figured a table was one of those things she'd appreciate at her celebration meal... though, I wonder if she'd have preferred dance hall breakfast?

Anyway, snow, thaw, snow, thaw, thaw... daffs are up, snow, thaw, snow... the rabbit is in full molt. Have you ever seen a rabbit in molt? CHUNKS of fur falling out. A constant tumbleweed of fluff rolling across the floor.

I'm vacuuming daily...

As an ROUS, Pontouff is filling the vacuum canister daily.

Moving the table from the back room to the kitchen created a haze of fur and has left me sneezing like none other. Apparently there was a "drift" of fur in the back corner behind the table that I wasn't reaching when vacuuming... it was set free when the table was pulled away.

ug.

monday bunday

while my own lagomorphs were terrorizing TLS in my absence, I found this little critter on the beach.

Monday Bunday

This picture is from last year- 'Touff stealing little Fynn's litter box at the old house. I can't remember where I put my card reader to retrieve my photos from this week. I'll find it.
Also missing is that great pirate shirt. I can't remember if I gave it to someone? I think it might fit Jelly, it was a little too small for 'Touff.

Monday Bunday

Jelly is banished to the far side of the baby gate. A fair trade- usually 'Touff is behind bars...




Once the littlest girly started playing on the floor, we realized she and Pontouff were about the same (body) sized. eek!





*pay no attention to the pile of empties in the background!! I've been saving them for a bottle drive since July.... If they don't get picked up on this next round, I'm going to have to make the (shameful) trip to the beer store to return all the bottles. Actually... pay no attention to that back room... it's last on the list of repairs in the house- it's the old kitchen- currently the mud room/storage and junk catch-all.

Monday Bunday

Please, step into the time machine with me... we're going to go back to the future and remember when the buns were but tiny sweet faces.... and had never caused a problem ever.



I love these pictures... I wish I'd had the foresight to take a picture of each of them in a similar pose, or with the same objects around them to compare their sizes... Both of them are at 5.5 weeks here... the difference being, Fynn fit in the palm of my hand... and Pontouff was the same length as a full-grown Fynn!

Monday Bunday

I nearly forgot it was monday.....




Fynn Pants sometimes like to dig in his litter box.
I'm still waiting for him to learn how to use a broom.

Monday Bunday

an oldie but a goodie....
I didn't have my camera out with the buns this week, so here's the dearly missed Norton Pee Bunny....

update: Monday Bunday

Hold on to your whiskers, it's been a long time coming.

Bunday Mondays will resume this coming week.


Until then, here's an old photo... (don't worry his nails have been trimmed since then!)

Monday Bunday

back, after far too long....



'Touf's behind bars while some yard work goes on :(