The other day, Gus was being “the boss” of the house.
Well, I decided I could help too. So when dad came out again later that day, I was there.
Yeah, I’m sitting in the middle of your living room, dad. What of it?
Then dad made some comment on my fur – something about a “bad fur day.”
I disapprove of you and your bad fur jokes, dad.
-Betsy
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7 responses to “Helping Gus”
Maybe your dad needs to look in the mirror in the morning! Better yet tell him it’s a bad hare day and head for the closet!
Do you have him trained to bring treats when you ring those bells, Betsy?
You two do a fine job of watching over things. We would like to see a few more poops around though. You make the rest of us look like …. well … like rabbits!
Your Dad was a vit cheeky there wasn’t he?
a bit cheeky I mean…
Yeah, where are your Doots, Betsy? But what’s up with your fur?
Dad vacuumed yesterday.
And my fur is fine. I just… um… wanted it that way?
I think I’m starting to shed, but don’t tell dad or he’ll want to brush me.
Look of disapproval going from stun to kill.. watch out Dad!