Tag: gus
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Betsy and her Tube
I’m not a big fan of the tube, but Betsy really likes it – she likes to run through it, and also to toss it around our area at night. Sometimes, though, I don’t understand what she’s doing with it. Dad tried helping me out by moving the tube, but Betsy just tossed it back.…
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Up To No Good
Dad came out from his office yesterday and found me acting as the “lookout” for Betsy. Unfortunately, Betsy got caught anyway. I, of course, knew better than to get back there, so dad didn’t say anything to me. (I am pure and innocent as snow, of course.) Betsy got a talking to and then was…
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My Stupid Dewclaw (and my Stupid Dad)
This morning dad came in and picked me up. He said he was worried about me, and wondered why I was hiding in his office so early in the morning. Now he knows better than to doubt me. I squirmed when he picked me up, and when I landed on the ground, my stupid dewclaw…
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Just Trying to Eat Some Hay
Betsy’s bun-shui sometimes has negative consequences – like leaving no room for me to sit and eat my hay. So, instead, I have to sit in the bowl. Hmmm, what’s that, dad? I shouldn’t be sitting in my hay bowl? I know, but it’s all Betsy’s fault! What’s that? Betsy’s right there? *om nom nom…
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No Respect
Sometimes, I’m just trying to lie down and take a nap, and this is what happens: No respect, I tell you. -Gus
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The Snuggle Box
I swear, we’re not snuggling – I’m just trying to lie in the box, and Betsy was in my way! Oh, OK – so maybe we were snuggling. What of it? -Gus
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Surveying My Domain
Because as we all know, everything I see belongs to ME. Betsy helped move the castle to that position – she’s a bun-shui master. Dad, what are you doing?? Honestly. -Gus
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Dad Ruins Carrots, Again
Honestly I don’t know why he does this – it just ruins the flavor, if you ask me. Although I do approve of the paper cups he used – they have rabbits on them. Still, they were Made from Captain Ruperts’ favorite carrot cake recipe, so maybe it’s not that bad. -Gus
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Bun in the Sun
The sun was streaming into the living room this morning, and I was spending a litte time outside my area, just relaxing. Then, I sensed something… I feel like someone’s… watching me… Oh, it’s just you, dad. Hmmm, wait, you’re way over there and lying on the floor… you might have treats!! (Hey, you never…
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The Difference Between Betsy and Me
I like to keep an eye on what dad is doing. While Betsy just doesn’t care, as long as you don’t bother her while she’s sleeping. -Gus