So, mommy and I are back home in the place that should have white stuff but doesn’t really because it’s been remarkably warm……or Minnesota. It feels good to be home. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked my area at M’s house, but I feel more comfortable in MY area with MY litterbox, you get the idea.

Anyway, it’s a new year, and guess what mommy and I won…

I'm partial to the lop

We won it from Jade and Mr. Mick. And Mick was Mr. November

In case you missed it

Work it!

I hope everybun has a great 2012!

Right now, I am staying at Ms house (that’s mommy’s mommy). And, they gave me an area that’s even better than the one that I have at home.

It was quite an adventure getting here. I flew!! It was horrible, but I felt cool. ‘Cause, I’m like the only bunny that ever flew. Mommy was all worried. I’m a bunny, and I’m anxious, and I’m easily stressed, etc. I had to ride in a carrying cage, and I think most of you know how I feel about that. But, mommy got me a new one that was really soft, and I had to ride beneath the seat in front of mommy. It was kinda dark and cozy, so I felt kinda safe, which makes it horrible rather than atrocious.

So, it’s been a great vacation so far. And today is a great day in history! It’s mine and mommy’s bunniversary! Six years ago today, I came to live with mommy! Happy bunniversary to us, Mommy!

White Stuff

White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff!!!!!! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff! White Stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, I’m proud of my poo decorations. Humans are obsessed with litterboxes. I don’t see the big deal.

Happy birthday to me!

What should I ask for my birthday? I’m thinking oats. Maybe I’ll get another toy!

What’s wrong with letting a bunny have her privacy?

Do I always have to hide?

Bink was one of the greats. The paparazzi followed him even into his retirement, his public loved him so. And I was one of them.

He is survived by his beloved, Delores.

The next day, still not getting that she should just leave me alone, she tries to force feed me. And I’m like, Mommy!! I just don’t want to eat! I know I need to, and I will when I’m reminded to! So, don’t put that crap in my mouth!!

Friday, she still wasn’t letting it go. So, she thought it fit to TAKE ME TO THE V-E-T!!! Just because I wasn’t drinking water, was barely eating, and wasn’t peeing. I can do what I want! I have my own area!

Well, the vet saw no problem with sticking a plastic thing up my rear end!! WHAT?! And then she HANDLED me all over. She squeezed and pulled and touched and listened to. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so abused in my life!!

Finally, after all the atrocious treatment, the vet let me run about a little bit.

At least that was ok. So then she told mommy that my “problem” was “non-specific.” Seriously? I can get very specific! You humans are my problem. Geez.

Then she took me from mommy, and jabbed a painful sharp thing in me!!!! Something about water and fluids. Then she gave mommy some medicine to give me. I, of course, will refuse to take it. I don’t care what mommy does.

She told mommy to wait until Monday to see if I get better. I AM better! Geez.. I just wasn’t thirsty. Why do humans get all worked up?!

I ain’t taking that medication, though.

Also, here’s me in the carrying cage

Why do humans put us through this stuff?

Edit: I took the medicine. Dangit!

I think we should also remember all those touched by that day. Whether they lost their lives, gave their lives, barely escaped with their lives, or even worse, lost someone else.

Mommy’s told me her 9/11 story. What’s yours?

Pardon the dark pictures; it was nighttime when mommy took these

I’ve also got a couple of things that are hanging from the wire frame surrounding my area that I get to play with and make noise with.

And, mommy cut out a box for me.

Oh, and I just wanted to put this one in. It’s me doing a flying leap into my litter box, just to prove that I was never too small for it, like SOME human that I know thought I was.

Wee!

Mommy also got me a throne. I was so happy and ready to make it mine! So, of course, I peed on it. I don’t want any other bunny to get it. So, mommy said I can’t have it until I learn to pee in the litter box. Fine by me, the litter box in now my throne. I still pee on the floor. I don’t care.