Tag: gus
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New Chew Thing
Last night a new thing showed up in our area – it was a bit of cardboard, but it was… different somehow. Like it had been half-run through a shredder or something. Actually, when I pulled on it, it expanded like an accordion. Weird! Dad said that it came as packing material with his “Green…
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Busted, Yet Again!!!
It took us a while, but we broke out again last night. Unfortunately, dad once again woke up and found us. I don’t know how he does it, we’re so quiet! I think he has a 6th sense for mischievous rabbits. Also, I don’t think dad was very happy at being woken up so early……
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Busted, Again
So… we broke out again last night. Betsy helped by digging at the bottom of the jail, and I pulled really hard on the “door” until it broke loose. Unfortunately, dad heard us break out and came and shooed us back in. But we were determined! Later that night, after we were sure dad was…
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Watching Dad
It creeps dad out when I sit behind him in his office and just stare at him. He’ll turn around and say “Gus, what are you doing?” If I really want to freak him out, I don’t say anything. But I always think of things I could say: “I’m plotting your inevitable demise.” “Setting you…
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Jailbreak!
So, the “being cute” thing wasn’t working – dad was still locking us up at night. Drat! We must’ve done something really bad this time. But last night, Betsy and I made an escape attempt – and it worked! We wiggled past the edge of the bunny barrier and roamed free while mum & dad…
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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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Dad’s Gone Bonkers
I think dad’s gone completely bonkers. Today he came over and gave Betsy and I a treat (a single dried cranberry each) for making a huge mess! We were chewing up this paper that mom had left in our corner of the house, and dad came over, gave us the cranberry, and told us we…
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Ugh – A Yucky Day
Yesterday I didn’t feel too good. I wasn’t really that hungry and… err… well I didn’t like it when mom and dad said I had “poopy butt.” Mom said I’d had too much apple or crackers the past few days – so no more of that for me, and dad said I have to eat…
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Dad thinks he’s funny
Dad thinks this sort of thing is funny. Dad, you take us to work every day. We invade your office on a regular basis. Geez. -Gus
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Plants?
Mom and Dad have been thinking about planting some stuff out on the porch, and they asked me if I’d like them to grow anything special. Aside from stuff like lettuce, parsley, and kale, of course, since they get that at the store. I wasn’t sure what to say… I’d like to have fresh stuff.…