Boo!

Hoppy Halloween!

Love,
Bunnyzilla

Strangers and Friends

I didn't realize it'd been so long since I updated. Since my last post, I have forgiven my Mama for bringing me to the vet. And I have forgiven her for letting 2 strangers into the house. She said they were my aunt and uncle, whatever those are. I kept my distance, although they both gave me treats, so I guess they can't be all bad. They even knew how much I love banana.

I've spent some time hanging out with my pals:



I love my friends, so I gave them a kiss.



I also nuzzled Mama's nose with mine, because I love her, too.

Well, I guess that's all that's new here. There's something called Halloween coming up. I'll have to let you know what that is...

Well, last weekend is over, thankfully. My Mama took me to the vet to get my nails trimmed. I HATE going to the vet. Then the rest of the weekend, Mama was being all nice to me. Well, I wasn't having any of it and hopped away and hid out under the couch. If she really wanted to be nice to me, she wouldn't have tricked me with a peach to get me into my carrier then taken me to that chamber of horrors. So, you think a few minutes of petting and brushing can make up for that? Whatever, lady. Talk to the tail.

Training humans

Well, I think I've done a pretty good job training my Mama, and it's hardly taken any time at all. If I lay on the floor and look at her, she'll get down on the floor with me and pet and brush me. I love that. And if I do a really big yawn when it's dark outside, she'll say it's bedtime. And bedtime means I get a treat! I actually got two treats today. She was eating an apple, and I kept looking at her with my big brown eyes and putting my paws up on her knee, and before long, she caved and gave me a piece. It was yummy. Training her was way easier than I ever thought it would be.

Friends and fall Saturdays

Here are two of my best friends:



The bear is Fritz, and the lamb is Shaun. They're great pals. Sometimes Shaun and I eat hay together, and Fritz gives really good forehead rubs. And sometimes they even let me out of my cage while my Mama's at work. (Ssh! Don't tell my Mama that, ok? It'll be our little secret.)

Fritz was very sad for a couple of weeks recently. My mama turned on the tv one Saturday, and there were a bunch of huge people with funny helmets on the screen. After a bit, Mama said a bunch of really bad words and turned off the tv. Fritz pulled his sweatshirt hood up over his head, and I think I saw a couple of polar bear tears. But then Saturday before last, Mama put on a shirt like the people with the helmets on tv had and went to a game, and when she came back later that day, she was happy and Fritz put his hood back down and was happy, too. Do you think that maybe my Mama played with those huge people and that's what made them better?

Here's the last installment of my latest journal:

Sunday
September 2, 2007

It's me, Dylan. I've got to tell you this. I woke up several times in the night when I kept hearing this rumbling noise. Was it thunder, a volcanic eruption, an earthquake? Then I remembered, my Grammy's here and it was her snoring! Once I realized what it was, it actually lulled me back into slumber.

Grammy and that lady were gone part of the day, so I just chilled out in my cage - and rearranged my pile of hay.

When they got back, that lady let me into my playpen, so I instantly gophered all over the place.

Then I got my greens and FREEDOM! I messed around under the couch for a while. Then I sat down by the bookshelf next to the slider. I've found if I lay there, I can keep my eyes on both of them. Geez, Mama, keeping track of those to have been a full time job.

I spent a lot of time in the closet tonight. Finally, I dug off a piece of cardboard and ran around with it in my mouth.

When you're back, Mama, we'll have a talk about that lamp cord I can hear Grammy telling you about - the snitch!

I'm eating lots of hay tonight - so I'll still have that round bunny tummy you love - when you get back tomorrow. I've missed you, Mama. I'll be so excited to see you have have you tuck me in tomorrow night.

Well, I zoomed around the living room 4 times in a row tonight - so I'm pooped. But not to pooped to eat my peach! YUM!

Sweet dreams, Mama
I love you


Monday
September 3, 2007

Boy, was I starving this morning. I just inhaled my bowl of pellets. When that lady reached in to put my bowl down, she noticed I had just about devoured every morsel of hay she'd put in there yesterday. But I tell you, Mama, it takes a lot of food to keep me in this sleek, svelte form.

Actually, I've been happy humming all morning, because my Mama's comin' home today!

It was OK to have these other two here for awhile. But I can only handle it in small doses. They sort of inhibited my spurts of bunny creativity. You know what I mean?

I can't wait to stay up and play with you all night tonight, Mama! I know you've missed me and want to pet me and feed me and just, in general, remember how cool I am.

I'm going to snooze and bunny nap all day - so I'll be charged and ready to roll when you let me out.

You're the BEST Mama in the world!

Bunny nuzzles and kisses,
Your little furball, Dylan

Saturday
September 1, 2007

Mornin' Mama,
Whatcha doin' this morning, Mama?

Pellets given to me. Pellets eaten by me. I think it makes that lady feel good when I eat what she gives me. But you and I know, Mama that you're the one who grows my pellets.

Guess what? My Grammy is coming today. I haven't decided yet if I'll be friendly or should play hard to get. Heh heh - this is going to be fun!

Ok - she got here. That lady told me my Grammy was here and she went out to let her in. I was semi asleep inside my cage. When they came in the apartment, I'd gone undercover. I mean that. I had slipped under my blue blanket and sat there real still - because I knew they couldn't see me since I couldn't see them. But that lady blew my cover, so I had to pop out and say hiya to Grammy, even though I felt a little shy.

Later, that lady gave me my bowl of greens and gave me the run of the house. I didn't eat my greens right away. I was testing Grammy to see if she'd be my food bowl competition, but she wasn't. So after I ran and explored awhile, I polished off my bowl.

I even let Grammy brush me on the couch - ha ha - she'd forgotten she'd just cleaned the bunny fur off the couch. Anyway, I only let her have a few swipes with the brush. I didn't want her to get any ideas about ribbons or pink bows in my fur - so I took off.

So, I had this plan. Let the two of them start talking to each other, and little ol' Dylan can do what he wants. I did get in two good chomps of the woodwork by the bathroom door. But in my exuberance to chew, I guess I was a little loud, cause that lady was down the hall in a flash. Surprised the hell (er, heck) out of me, because I took it for granted she couldn't move that fast. Well, now I know.

The rest of the night went OK. I let them both pet me, because I was trying to be a good host.

Before I knew it, that lady had gone into the kitchen and ooh-la-la, Mama, it was time for your little honey bunny to have his bedtime snack. Peaches are a bunny's best friend.

Night, Mama,
I love you