Thursday, October 29, 2009
According to Miss Jill, the computer went on the blink this afternoon and stopped working. She said that a particular cute bunny by the name of Chip was the culprit. Chip denied any malfeasance although he probably didn't use that particular word (he is a young bunny after all, his vocabulary hasn't expanded that far yet). About all he did say though was, "Get me out of this box!"
Mister John later fixed the rogue computer problem and all was well in Erbland. Well, I take that back. Cherry Bugg wanted inside for some apple slices. How could the owners refuse?
Princess Jane has been losing some weight again. No one is fond of her crash diets. We want her to eat a little more. It's the royal way to go.
Friday, October 23, 2009
For some insane reason we don't have a picture of Gidget yet (this one is just a cousin we found on the Internet). She's our new SurfWagon and Miss Jill and I adore her. She just needs to keep an even keel on her transmission and it's all good.
We'll take the rabbits for a ride some time this weekend. I'm sure they'll approve. Lots of room in the back for hopping. Go go Gidget!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Cherry Bugg claims that Jane would be better off using a bowling ball. However, many heard the spirited rabbit to say that she thought Princess Jane, the "grey girl," was a bowling ball. Never mind that others debated the merits of metaphor versus simile. But ultimately cooler heads prevailed.
Meanwhile Chip is lost in the den with new furniture. "THUMP," said his foot.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Mr. John was going out to get some food for Chip as the little boy was acting disconsolate over not having any food in his cage. On Mr. John's way out to the food bin, he opened it to hear such a clutter. Whoa! Inside was none other than Oliver who managed to get inside the food bin. How he got in the closed shed remains a mystery but it certainly startled Mr. John who nearly reached his hand in there until he heard the rattling of Oliver.
While Oliver looks like a mere babe in the back yard, Mr. John does recall having supervision duty over an angry possum in a Bombshelter trash can so long ago. "Hey you, get the broom and guard the possum!" Boy, what teeth on that thing. Oliver is still hiding in the bottom part of the shed but luckily the food bin was surreptitiously taken out so Chip could be fed. Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane were privy to the whole action and were not happy about it.
Last week Miss Jill's sister swore she spotted a rat in the backyard. I guess it was just Oliver. He means well but tomorrow he gets the hose if he hangs around any more.