The other day, dad was sitting by the entrance to our area in the living room, and I think he may have been trying to pet me – or maybe he was just teasing me. I don’t know.
Anyway, he stuck his hand in with his finger stretched out, so I came up to it to see if he had a treat at the end (he didn’t).
So I chinned his finger instead, to remind him that “I own him.”
-Gus
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7 responses to “I Own You”
You certainly do. No question about that, Gus.
How furry appropriate! I think it was very gracious of you to acknowledge his presence even without a treat! What a gentleman!
Why would you want to own someone who doesn’t give treats?
Bunnies own everything, don’t we?
Absolutely. We own the humans. They just don’t know. Or they need to be reminded of it. Mum certainly knows who wears the pants in the house, and it’s us bunnies!
Good for you, keeping your dad on his toes! Always good to offer a reminder from time to time.
What do bunnies NOT own 😉