Tag: bad bunny
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We’re In Trouble
I think dad and mum finally got fed up with Betsy ripping up little bits of the carpet. (Oh all right, I suppose I joined in too, from time to time.) Last night we came out to the living room to find that our corner space had been fenced-in. Then dad chased us around the…
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I just felt like digging
Today I just really, really, really got the urge to dig. Y’know how you feel, when you just want to sink your paws into something and dig really fast… and that wonderful feeling when whatever you’re digging in actually gives way, and you start to make progress on a hole? Yeah. I didn’t make a…
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Admit Nothing
I’m not admitting anything here, but last night we may or may not have gotten onto the couch, and… may or may not have peed on it. I’m not saying we did. And I’m not saying we didn’t. But just in case we did, Betsy hid in the dining room this morning when mom came…
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Not Me!
Dad said I went on a destructive rampage today. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m just eating my carrot! It was fun when I did it… now can you put it back, dad? -Betsy
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On Probation
Well, dad has let us out of “jail” but we’re still banned from the other half of the house (his office and the guest bedroom). I don’t think I will ever want to chew mom and dad’s furniture ever again if this is what happens when I do. -Gus
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Banned
Uh oh… it seems like we got a little too enthusiastic about being under the new bed. I guess we chewed on some things that dad didn’t want us chewing on… and we’ve been banned from under the bed. There’s a weird make-shift gate-thing going all the way around the bed now, and we can’t…
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Closet Fun
A while ago, the bedroom door had been left open, so Betsy and I went in to explore. We also found that the closet had been left open, so we explored that, too. It was fun – there was this shoe-rack-thing on the floor that we could squeeze behind, under the hanging clothes, all the…
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Gus Got In Trouble
Gus doesn’t want to talk about it, but I will. This morning he was chewing on the back of the chair in dad’s office – a big no-no! And dad heard him and came over and saw him. Gus did what I would have done – froze and hoped that daddy would go away –…
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I Hate the Smell of Bacon
My dad cooked some of that awful bacon stuff that he eats sometimes. Ugh! The smell just makes my fur stand on end! So I ran off into the bedroom and hid under the bed. Shortly after, Betsy followed me. She’s always following me around. Which reminds me, I was very upset at her last…
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The Couch
There’s this great spot to hide that my mom and dad have blocked off – it’s under the couch. It’s very nice under there – no one can find you! So recently I started chewing on the edge of the couch to get back under there. I found out that there is still some stuffing…