Mister John Done with School, Rabbits Hungry

Now that Mr. John completed his final essay, the rabbits demand more attention. Princess Jane wants a manicure, Phillip wants a plasma TV in the corner of their cage. Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane both want a box of candies. Cherry Bugg wants a recount of her election to Jane last year; she's been watching that whole Iran saga and she feels slighted too. In fact she claims she beat Princess Jane Bunnyinehjad. Whatever. Finally, Chip just wants to be petted on the nose more. Good for Chip.

Meanwhile Mr. John has been watching too much Life After People. That might give the bunnies some ideas. One last thing... MONKEY MONKEY MONKEY!!!

Mister John Accepted to Grad School; Rabbits Want More Food

Now that Mr. John has been accepted to Loyola Marymount for their Master of Arts in English program, the rabbits are complaining that they deserve more food. "If Mr. John thinks he is so smart," gripes Cherry Bugg, "he should be able to think of a better way to feed us!" One cage over Princess Jane pondered, "With this extra education, he should be going into a higher salary bracket soon so we should be given better cages with cable TV, air conditioning, and reclining chairs."

No comment from Mr. John or Miss Jill as of yet.

Someone Goes Potty on Quizzes; Chip Claims Innocence

This evening while Mr. John and Miss Jill were off watching a dramatic episode of The Bachelorette (oh my gosh, who lied and has a girlfriend?), someone went potty on Mr. John's period 1 and 5 quizzes. No one has admitted it but Chip was right nearby. He says he did not do it and it was all subterfuge. He says Paulie, the stuffed Dodger tiger did it since there were no games tonight and the Dodgers had lost the night before on ESPN. I have my doubts on that.

Alas, we may never know who went potty on the quizzes. But since four of the bunnies were locked up outside in cages and Cherry Bugg was snuggled in her cage in our bedroom, methinks it was the Chipper. But he does look quite innocent in that picture, doesn't he?

Guess I won't be lying on the couch tonight watching SportsCenter after all.

Meet Clyde, Our New Tree

As Jill and I become more nimble with our not-so-green thumbs, we have adopted a new tree into the household. We now have our third camphor tree. The first has always been in the front yard and the second was planted about 10 years ago and provides shade to the back corner of the house. This third camphor tree named Clyde after my grandfather (I was named after my other grandfather) and sits in the middle of the yard where an elm resided until it was uprooted to make play for an amateur radio (ham) tower in 1984.

Clyde seems to be doing quite well other than the rabbit-oriented scrapes and bruises. One brown bear by the name of Ruby Jane has been nibbling at Clyde's bark so we wrapped it in netting this afternoon. Ultimately, he will be a great shade-making addition to the backyard.

Sisterhood Strong in Backyard

Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane have released the following statement regarding the new mini-fence in the back yard which prevents them for eating the new flowers: "We, the sisters Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane, do solemnly swear under great oath of dignity that we, the aforementioned rabbits, will not participate in any rabbit-like activities, parades, or festivals until the autocratic government of Miss Jill and Mister John remove the fence of great offense which disallows said ability to hop and enjoy the variety and tastes of roses and hydrangeas thus disallowing one of the main tenets of the Rabbit Constitution which states unequivocally that 'all Rabbits should be provided with freedoms of food, liberty, and the pursuit of thumping.' That is all." The two have not responded to any queries from either the public or the local magistrates.

Bowling for Carrots

Mister John supervised a student for a Memorial Day bowling tournament. Ah... so long ago since I bowled in those same tournaments. In any event, an adult tournament also was held concurrently so "what the heck," I signed up without even socks.

While my student came in third place in his tournament, I did one better... but I received $100 for my toils. At least my bunnies are happy; they'll get more food.

Cherry Bugg Fakes Limp, Tricks Miss Jill

Another festive day at the Erb household as Cherry Bugg feigned injury to trick Miss Jill into getting more carrots. Mama Bugg also was in on the trick and later said "MEH!" when confronted with the evidence.

Meanwhile Princess Jane and Root Beer Float spent some bonding time underneath the picnic table in the back yard. Who knows what these two talk about but I am betting it isn't about how much they want to have Cherry Bugg out in the yard. I bet they are discussing how to circumvent that new wall guarding the roses. While they could easily hop it, rumor has it that there is an alarm that will go off once a furry bunny in sensed in the forbidden zone.

Great Wall of Bunny Despair

The backyard rabbits are thumping mad with the introduction of a small fence to keep them away from some of the tastier roses planted in the backyard by Miss Jill and Mister John. "This is a thumping outrage!" proclaimed Cherry Bugg as she tried to eat the roses but was instead met by a wire intrusion. "This is worse than what happened to the bunnies in Berlin!" Upon further questioning, Cherry Bugg could not identify any more upon why the bunnies in Berlin were persecuted by a fence or wall but she was sure that roses were involved.

Phillip was not humored by this site either as he said it was completely out of design with the rest of the back yard.

"I am not a chicken" proclaims Cherry Bugg

"I don't understand this perception by some individuals in the (Mr. John/Miss Jill household) that say I am a chicken," protested Cherry Bugg this afternoon. "I do not lay eggs and I cannot fly," added Cherry not knowing the chickens can't fly for long distances. Afterwards, she roosted in the far corner of Mr. John and Miss Jill's bedroom and brooded there in isolation for about three hours.

Mother's Day for Mama Bugg

Mama Bugg, the matriarch of the Bugg clan was quite in a chipper mood yesterday as her daughter Cherry Bugg as well as her granddaughters Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane visited her. Alas, the day ended poorly when Papa Bugg asked RBF for some smokes.