Oh, how I love digging. It’s one of my favorite activities. I took the time to do some digging today in my litter box. I can never quite get the litter arranged the way I want.
For some reason, I think I’m going to be hearing the scary vacuum cleaner going tonight. But that’s OK – I’ll be under the bed!
-Betsy
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Pierre and Luna weren’t kidding. Your site is cool. I love digging, too. It really annoys my human Dad a lot, but I just look at him and I melt his heart. My human Mom just picks me up, which I don’t like at all. They should know that digging is my life. When they first saw me, I was trying to dig out of the aquarium the pet store employees put me in. BTW, no rabbit should ever be put into an aquarium.
I don’t like being picked up either – and you’re right, no rabbit should ever, EVER be put into an aquarium.
Ah, just thinking about digging makes me want to go do it some more. My litter box isn’t quite arranged the way I like, so I’ll have to do some digging to fix that.
My human can’t get things right. She meant Pierre and Rosie. Ugghhhh. Pierre does not like anyone except Rosie. He tries to bite me when I hop by his cage.
So, you like to do bunterior decorating, too. Ibram’s girlfriend like do it, too. The others don’t seem too interested. I love to dig in my box, too. Dad gets a good laugh when I look up and have a halo of hay on my head.
Going back to the pet store….they told dad that I was a boy. They not check themselves, but just took what the people who turned me said as truth. I was a girl and pregnant. Unfortunately my babies did not survive. Their dad was a big rabbit and I’m only a small bunny, so our babies were really big. My dad took me back to the veterinarian a few days after the babies were born . They put me to sleep for a little while. When I woke up, my tummy was shaved and I hurt. Dad said it would be okay in a few days and that I would not have to worry about having babies anymore. He was right, but I gave mom a bad time when she gave me the bad tasting medicine.
I have to get back to bunterior decorating. Talk to you later.
Gus tells me that he had a similar problem when he first came here – our mom thought he was a boy, but the vet thought he was a girl, and then as he got bigger, our parents realized he really WAS a boy. I knew that right away when I first met him, of course – but I guess humans aren’t as perceptive as we are.
For myself, they thought I was a boy as well – but when Gus started acting all crazy around me and doing some naughty things, it became clear to them. I’m glad all the confusion is over!
I had that shaved tummy thing happen to me, as well. My parents tried giving me medicine through a tube in my mouth – I didn’t like that! So in the end they just put it in a piece of banana (my favorite). It tasted a little weird, but… banana! I just can’t resist!
I did some bunterior decorating the other day myself. I didn’t like the way our cottontail cottage was sitting, so I flipped it on it’s side. But then my dad set it up right again. Oh well.
Well, I think I’m going to go chew on the couch for a bit and then have a nap. Bye!