Dirty Chip Gets Another Bath

Chip has been up to no good as has a dirty bottom once again. He has the typical Bugg trait of sitting in his potty bin for much too long. So back into the sink goes he! He fought it initially. "I'm not a stinky butt!" he exclaimed. (This is of course a direct reference to Cherry Bugg who is the archetypal "Stinky Butt") Alas, Mister John gave him another bath so for the rest of this calm Saturday, Chippers will dry off and ponder why Mister John and Miss Jill were "so cruel" to him. Meanwhile his aunt Cherry Bugg hops about in the back yard because it is Saturday, her day. On Sunday, what was traditionally the royal day for Princess Jane (RIP), Prince Phillip will be out with the Root Beer Float and Ruby Jane. None of them currently need baths.

Bunnies Celebrate Laker Championship

Last night was quite a busy night for the bunnies. While Mister John quietly graded his semester finals, they all went into another room and started watching the NBA Finals. I guess nothing says rabbit romper room like Lakers/Celtics. Oddly enough it was a physical match and Connie kept asking the bunnies and the other stuffed animals if they wanted to rassle. That scares TV Turtle because he's seen what has happened to those pro wrestlers. First the sun lamp and then it's all downhill from there.

Anyway, they were thumping and hollering for the game, most especially Phillip. For those who don't recall, Prince Phillip originally hails from Spain so he was quite fixated on rooting for fellow Spaniard Pau Gasol. Gasol came up with many key plays in the fourth quarter. And while he might have missed many free throws (Phillip kept thumping at that), he does know how to arrange the furniture correctly in a room. Phillip does not call that feng shui, he calls it good taste. Upon the championship, Phillip hopped into the air and that scared the only bunnies. Actually that only mildly surprised Root Beer Float who was eating cake. Oh, and I think Chip was rustling through a trash can trying to find any leftover pretzels (you know, the ones with peanut butter in side of them).

Alas, as soon as the game was over, controversy struck. Many people on the Internet claimed that Pau Gasol was not from Spain but rather the high plains of Peru. They even supplied a pic to support their claims. Phillip just assumed this was racist anti-Spanish sentiment. Or at least some sort of slam against their under-performing soccer team. The good news in this house is that none of the stuffed animals care about soccer. Well, no one but Simon. Simon clearly roots for the English team but he's not around much. Probably been in the pub for the last week or so. He shows up just enough to antagonize Cherry Bugg. Phillip still holds his Spanish mane proud. Just as Pau Gasol should.

As for Peru, Phillip just says it's a great country to round up Dutch wannabe felons. Sounds reasonable enough.

Connie Watches UCLA Softball, Baseball; Wants to Wrestle

Connie, who has been hiding in Mr. John's old bedroom for over a decade, has come out of hibernation lately and has been proudly growling for her UCLA Bruins. She followed Mister John home after a bowling tournament so long ago. She's apt to hibernate especially during fall when UCLA football does not do as well. But now it's springtime and UCLA softball won a title and now baseball is in the World Series for the first time in over a decade.

Unfortunately for Miss Jill, Connie is not only a growling bear but she is also a wrestling one too. She often bops about the house and challenges people or stuffed animals to "rassling." Yes, she does love to rassle as many bears do. I cannot say I can blame.

As for Mister John, he too has been watching the Bruin sports machine crank it up over the past few weeks. Now if only basketball can get their act together.

Connie and Mister John have both been smiling over the recent miseries of the trOJans across the town. Connie gave Mister John a giant bear hug which almost put him out of commission for a few days.

Mister John, seen to the left representing his Bruin ski cap while in Ireland, has been noted to whistle the Bruin fight song more often lately. Ah, nothing puts an extra pace to his step than a Bruin win. That whole Pac-10 expansion thang will be commented upon at a later date.

Root Beer Float Wonders Where Miss Jill and Mister John Went

Mister John and Miss Jill snuck off to Long Beach to celebrate Miss Jill's birthday this weekend. They left the bunnies behind but they did leave them plenty of hay and carrots. None of the rabbits finished their hay but the carrots were gone quickly.

Upon being let out this afternoon, the Float hopped straight out of her cage and started grazing on the grass. It looked like she had not eaten grass in over a week. Well, a day and a half might as well be a week to a starving rabbit.

Ruby Jane on the other hand kept clapping her hands together and eating mollusks. Or something like that. She swims way too much.

Chip Versus the Apple

Miss Jill sometimes forgets to take things out of her purse. While her wallet, keys, and makeup might be of no use to a hungry bunny, sometimes a nice juicy apple might hit the spot. Chip was wandering through the living room and then smelled a juicy apple. But not knowing where it was coming from, he scampered here, there, and everywhere for it. Miss Jill was aghast to see Chippers rummaging through her purse and then found the delicious apple. So he pulled it out and rolled it onto the ground before attacking here as seen in the photo.

I guess Chip never was told to remove the sticker off an apple before eating it. Unlike his more voracious sister Root Beer Float, Chip took his time and ate the majority of the apple over the course of a day. He clearly was the son of neither Flowers or Miss Bugg (or even Root Beer Float) who would have eaten the apple in under 30 minutes. Of course Flowers would have run some of the apple on the wood floor and lick up the taste of apple + wood floor later. Oh, that Flowers.

I guess if there is a message to be had from this: eat your fruit at work. Otherwise it is fair game to anyone at home.

On a related note, I accidentally brought a banana back from London and never ate it. The fruit sniffing dog stopped me and I had to spend an extra 30 minutes in customs. They even warned me that I should have been fined. For not eating fruit on the plane? Whatever... but Commute Bunny did mock me afterward. Oh, that singing bunny. Whatever will we do with her?

Chip Watches Lakers Game with Mister John

Mister John sat in the den on Wednesday night and watched Game Two of the Western Conference Finals with his trusty rabbit Chip. Miss Jill tired of them watching the game in the living room so she could watch taped programming. Chip hopped into the other room with Mister John and stayed within three feet of him for the rest of the night. He hoppily watched the fourth quarter and never thumped or displayed a shaky foot. However, Chip did not like Mister John comparing the smaller Suns front and the Lakers larger front line to him and his more combative (and larger) sisters.

Meanwhile Mister John was munching on cantaloupe tonight and that really intrigued Chip. Maybe next time he will get a piece. But until then, maybe not.

Cherry Bugg Relaxes on a Saturday

Typically Saturday is the day for Cherry Bugg to hop around the backyard. But today she's staying inside to hang out with Mister John. Occasionally she'll try to bully her nephew Chip but other than that, it's a slow day.

Miss Jill is not here at the moment which makes Cherry Bugg's life happier. She gets to flop on the other side of the bed and watch Shrek with Mister John.

Root Beer Float Inside for Medicine

Mister John brought in the Float again tonight for her nightly medicine. She doesn't like taking it as it cramps her style. But she does like flopping beside Miss Jill in bed. Afterward, she sat on Mister John's chest like she did as a small child. That's her Zen moment as she'll sit there and recollect about her day. Then she'll go back into her cage and deal with her precocious sister.

Rumor has it there might be a new cage in their future this summer. But no one has heard anything further than that.

Half a Lifetime Ago

Thanks to Bowler Bob who shot a picture my way of me when I was 19 and still wearing a watch. Wow, I think I gave up watches when I turned 21 or so (I know I stopped wearing them while at UCLA). Of course this is the ever-wonderful Bombshelter Deli and Burger Bar which no longer exists on the campus. That's ok, I'll get by with my sentimentality.

Anyway, nice legs and arm. Put a sword in my hand and I'd be Captain Morgan. Or at least Cap'n Crunch.

Someone Else Spotted with Mr. John's Lion Shirt

Last week in the Thrifty... er, SavOn... er, CVS, Mr. John saw someone else wearing his lion shirt as seen over there on the right. It's a special type of shirt -- Miss Jill explained it to him once when someone else inquired -- but he forgot to read that memo (he's not good at reading memos). So he thought like the highlander and knew that there could be only one (as you of course know, the Highlander is a documentary as said by Master Shake). Mister John has not summarily yakka'd this shirted impostor yet but he will. Oh, yes he will.

Meanwhile check out that Grand Canyon over there. Marvelous. Later in the day Saaby got stuck. Poor girl but she got better.

Anyway, back to your previously scheduled programming. Mister John and Miss Jill are dressing up tonight. And yes, they will feed the bunnies before they leave. If any blog post occurs during the evening, it is clearly a misguided fraud.