Jack on the Move

While Mommy and Daddy are off conversing with family members, Jack has taken up to crawling around on the floor.  He calls it exploring as he has managed to get himself up on a small table next to where Aunt Nita usually sits.  Upon asking Jack why he did this somewhat dangerous stunt, his only response was, "gooooogaaagooo!"   No words have been more appropriately (are dare I say cutely) said.

It's also a great way to sneak up on a rabbit but I'll save that for another post.

Betsy Starving Like a Bunny

I want my food!

Look at this poor girl to the right.  Little Miss Bets is sitting there looking so hungry.  She has her bib on but no food whatsoever.  If she were a rabbit, she'd thump her foot and say, "Typical."  Yes, our rabbits can talk.  Yours cannot?  Well, that's a problem between you and your rabbits now, isn't it.

As for Betsy, she was fed shortly after this picture and said, "Thank you."  Then she threw her bottle to the ground in protest.

Cherry Bugg would be proud.

Busy Days in the Desert

 As the previous video stated, Miss Jill and Mister John were out visiting family in Arizona over Presidents' Day weekend.  Nothing quite says the desert like riding through the dry wilderness as seen on the picture to the left.  Mister John is looking stylish in his prescription Ray-Bans.  Being cool and being able to see; there's a combo for ya.

Grampa Kendall kept an eye on the girls in the back yard.  Betsy Jo and Mary Jane walked here, there, and everywhere in search of birds, lizards, and rocks.  They found many of each.  Mary Jane was looking for a rabbit in a rabbit hole when suddenly a lizard popped out!  Oh goodness!  Hopefully she won't be afraid of lizards for the rest of her life now.

Here Miss Jill is getting the Desert Mobile ready to ride through the dry Arizona desert.  Not much to show there of cacti.  Some other pictures had them but not with Miss Jill styling behind the steering wheel.  She made sure that she hit the bumps nice and fast to scare her husband into thinking she was trying to kill him.

There's Doug the Dog.  He showed up on Saturday and Betsy and Mary Jane didn't really know what to do.  They prefer rabbits and most of the dogs they have met were of the scrawny kind.  At least Doug was a real sized dog, not one of those who could be carried by idiot Hollywood starlets.

Betsy Jo wasn't big on it at first but she managed to like being carried by her dad in a walking carrier.  He put in a decent hike with her as the sun set behind them in the Arizona desert.  Note: such rosy cheeks in Arizona for Betsy.  Maybe it was the dry climate.  Ironic as she was born in Lake Havasu City... you'd think she were a native city girl with her reaction to the desert.










Miss Betsy struggled a bit with the weather but did get in a solid 2+ hour nap on Sunday.  While the rest of the family thought she was asleep, she broke out of her confinement and Mister John found her smiling.  Guess the nap was over for Miss Bets.

Girls Visit Aunt Pat and Grampa Erb

Mary Jane and Betsy Jo went out to visit Aunt Pat and Grampa yesterday.  Well, Daddy drove them out there technically.  The two girls don't quite have the savvy yet to take the Expo Line to the Gold Line yet.  Maybe some day... but not yet.

Clearly Aunt Pat put Mary Jane to hard work as she's collecting weeds in the picture to the left.  What she really did was get some weeds and put them in the bucket and them pull them back out only to them back in again.  Good repetitive work!

 Mary Jane also tried to use Garrett or Trevor's old tricycle.  It didn't work out so well for her as her legs are still a bit short but she does have the right idea.  She drove it Flintstones-like before just giving up on and asking Daddy, "Up?"  This time it truly meant, "Pick me up from this bike which doesn't work, Daddy."

Betsy Jo frolicked in the backyard grass, just running her fingers through the grass.  No leaves to eat so she was content with mere idling.  Grampa came over to keep an eye on her.  Ah, good ol' Grampa. 

Afterward the girls were both tired from their ride out to Monterey Park and briefly napped on their ride home.

Zap

One other thing I forgot about the desert: static electricity. Nothing like the sudden jump after creating an electrical arc seemingly the length of a banana. I feel like the Emperor!

Hmm... for some reason I now feel like saying... together, my adopted child and I will rule the galaxy as father and son/daughter!

Ruby Jane Feeling Better, Grooms Her Sister

Ruby Jane, fresh off her bout with vertigo, seems to be doing much better right now. She has a bit more energy and even chased and bit her sister who she thought was getting in her way. She's regaining her spirit of independence... which is kinda sad as she allowed me to hold her for a very long time on Saturday night. Oh well, such it is with a bunny who thinks she's an angry teenager even though she's clearly more like a 30 year old in comparison now. I guess a cranky 30 year old who is not sure about their life plan or why they have to sit in a cage all of their life. I do feel bad for Ruby Jane and she spends lots of time just pondering her own futile existence. Ruby Jane seems to be the equivalent of Tyler Durden. Trying to find her adult way in life when she still pines to being a younger person with no responsibilities. As I type this, she's trying to chew on a light cord. Project Mayhem indeed.

Cherry Bugg Does Not Get Cinnamon Toast Crunch

Unfortunately for Cherry Bugg this morning, she discovered that her nephew Chip had been eating some Cinnamon Toast Crunch! The horror for the bedroom-loving rabbit. She had been asking for it all week long yet Miss Jill left a box behind in the den for Chip to munch on. Cherry Bugg was dignified in her assessment of the situation. She went and hid in her purple castle.

One of these days I'll take a picture of the purple castle so you'll all know where Cherry Bugg goes to hide. It's basically her Fortress of Solitude. Or she might call it, her Fortress of Buggitude. RBF refers to it as the Fortress of Stinky Butt but I do believe that was in jest. Anyway, Cherry Bugg wants some cinnamon toast and she wants it now!

Elephant on the Head?

Watch out, Chee is on the bed and she's got an elephant named Trumpet on her head! Re-name the blog! Elephantonthehead!

That silly bunny is the ultimate bed rabbit. She'll sit at the foot of the bed and rest there. If only one of us is lying in bed early in the evening, she will sit on the other side. And at night she will alternate between sleeping on the floor and on the bed in between us at our feet. The only problem is that she likes to be fed at 5am. I guess I get those duties most of the time.

Possible Joint Sharing of Rabbit Power

Alas, no definitive decision has been made regarding the controversial tie in the Bunny Election in November. Princess Jane and Cherry Bugg reached a tie in your overall voting which makes things even more confusing than your typical Minnesota re-count, Alaskan senatorial trial, or even your Illinois gubernatorial shakedown. Both sides have not resigned themselves to any sort of lower position for backyard rule. Jane still clings to her mantra of "Divine Right of Rabbits" while Cherry Bugg still clamors for "Change You Can Hop For."

As the stalemate drags into the New Year, this also affects the magistrates of the neighboring edifice. Mister John and Miss Jill cannot understand why both parties cannot compromise in any detail. Both parties claim that the two humans are either supporting or hindering their positions. Cherry Bugg claims that she never receives apple sauce when she is inside while Princess Jane claims not to have her cage and never gets to sleep on the same bad as Miss Jill and Mister John at night. (Miss Jill and Mister John could not be reached for comment about either accusation.)

Currently the edifice merely hosts "lesser" dignitaries such as Ruby Jane and Root Beer Float. The ever-hungry Root Beer Float currently is sitting in the den cage eating every last pellet in the food bowl; conversely, Ruby Jane camouflages herself behind the brown curtain and rests patiently on the grey tile floor. Neither of them have any comment. Personally, I think they are both anarchists who want neither candidate to succeed and leave all the carrots, grass, and hay to them.

Ironically, Root Beer Float wishes everyone a Happy New Ear!!!

Big Turnout on Bunny Election Day

A long line of rabbits and inside animals queued up this afternoon for the all-important election between Cherry Bugg and Princess Jane. While the exit polling was scattered at best, the clear topic of consideration was food. Which rabbit will give the most food to the animals? "I want more tuna!" one anonymous voter said before he swam off and almost bit another animal.

Mister John and Miss Jill were not around to keep an eye on election fraud. They kept Clifford the Big Red Dog in charge. He was quoted as saying, "No potty on the bed" whatever that means.

Ensure your vote counts: get it in by 11:00pm.

Supporters of Cherry Bugg Try to Smear Princess Jane Before the Elections

Someone from the Cherry Bugg camp released a private photo between Phillip and Princess Jane trying to stir some controversy. Jane's camp immediately replied that what happens in the back yard between two consenting rabbits should remain that way. However, this as any surprising photo may change the minds of "simple stuffed animals in the house" one anonymous source said.

Meanwhile Cherry Bugg was seen trying to eat leaves off trees; the environmentalists were not happy.

The debates will begin this week. Possible topics: food shortages, indoor flop time, new human servants, the economy, and stinky butts. Both candidates will stand upon one dais but will be separated by a four foot wire fence in case they try to bite each other in the butt. No one ever said that rabbit politics was a friendly art or science. In fact it's more like a rabbit joust: two rabbits, one couch, lots of lunging with claws up!

Alleged voter fraud denied on both sides

Both Cherry Bugg and Princess Jane have officially denounced all reports regarding voter fraud regarding the election for Dewey Rabbit in 2008. However, other rabbits have voiced their displeasure. Root Beer Float was quoted as saying, "Achoo!" to all allegations of voter fraud. Meanwhile a "Papa Bugg" insisted that he was told that would get "smokes" if he voted and he still has not received them yet. Commute Bunny sang it all off as some sort of ruse to get her from karaoke this weekend. No word yet from Prince Phillip; he is still rearranging the furniture.

Sir Phillip

He needs to be represented as well.