Normally, Gus is the one who acts as the “guard–bunny.” But the other day, I decided to give it a try.
Of course, unlike Gus, I’m not guarding dad’s office or anything. I’m guarding our napping spot behind the chair.
Nope, sorry dad, you’re not allowed to go past me and disturb Gus while he’s sleeping.
Hey, what are you doing? No fair using zoom! No photos! No photos!
I’ll let it slide this time dad, but don’t you dare try something like that again!
Hmmm, maybe I’m just not cut out for guard-bunny duty?
-Betsy
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5 responses to “My Turn for Guard-Bunny Duty”
You’re too cute to be a guard bunny!
Yeah, being guard bunny kinda sucks. You can’t really have a life of your own. Also, good job leaving your fur everywhere. I think it’s so important to really make your mark on an area.
You look to be doing fine there B. You certainly kept Gus from being attacked or groomed or having his nails clipped or something like that!
It was very nice of you to stand guard duty for Gus, Betsy. But perhaps it was too out of character for you.
Uh oh, Betsy. I think it’s time for Gus to do some counseling and review the Eleven General Orders of a Sentry with you. I’m pretty sure bunny-henning while on watch is a direct violation of Order Two (even though I must admit, it’s an adorable, fuzzy violation).