Author Archives: abigailemily
Happy 2012! 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 … Continue reading
Happy holidays everyone! I had a great Christmas. I got a new iBun. My old one broke, and mommy said it was too expensive to have fixed. Right now, I am staying at Ms house (that’s mommy’s mommy). And, they … Continue reading
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I don’t think things are going well for me. I’ve been hitting the bottle recently. Also, I’m proud of my poo decorations. Humans are obsessed with litterboxes. I don’t see the big deal.
It’s my birthday today!! I’m six-years-old! So, what are the odds mommy will file my teeth today? I’m taking bets. What should I ask for my birthday? I’m thinking oats. Maybe I’ll get another toy!
So, I was taking a nap in my box. And mommy decided to disturb me. What’s wrong with letting a bunny have her privacy? Do I always have to hide?
I don’t know why this wasn’t shown during the in memoriam segment at the emmys, but the world has lost a beloved celebunny. Bink was one of the greats. The paparazzi followed him even into his retirement, his public loved … Continue reading
I haven’t felt like drinking water recently. And when you have a helicopter mommy like I do, that’s not the best thing ever. So, she was already watching me. Then when I really didn’t feel like eating my dinner Wednesday … Continue reading
I wasn’t alive when this happened. But, mommy’s talked about it, and I’ve seen pictures of it. It’s amazing to me sometimes how such resiliency and strength can exist in the human spirit. Because, I think the important thing to remember is … Continue reading