Well, da dawg is still here an da catz habbin't killed it. Yet. Not for want ob tryin, doh, it's just dat Maman an Dadda keep geddin inna way.
Sistah called yestidday an Maman told a Lie. She sed datta dawg was hokay an doin good an wassn a "pwoblem".
Yeah, right.
Wemme tell you, dat puppy dawg issa BIG pwoblem.
Dadda sed datta puppy's biggest pwoblem issat it is too smawt an dat it is bored. Dis is why it is chewin on ebberyfing. It would wike to chew on Cokie-da-Fat-Cat, bud Cokie issn't habbin enny obbit. He sed he's notta furry chew-toy for nobunny, an datta puppy has godda wearn dat catz, in general, are not chew-toys.
I can't type whut KayCee says cos it issn't fit to type inna fambly blog dat youngbuns mite be readin. Most obbit sounds wike wadder wandin onna hot stobe.
Ennyways, not to be outdone or upstaged byda catz, wast nite, we bunnies god in onna 'cytmint.
Maman broughtted a fing home frum werk called "Da Floo" which she is keepin to herself, for onct, bud it is makin her cranky an goofy by turns. So she shows up wiffa meddycine for Hunny, alwong wif Dadda anna 'nanners.
So Dadda gwabs Hunny. So far, dis is aboud normal pwactice.
Bud I kin heer Hunny an he's gruntin, an whut's comin outta his mouf is inter'restin. He's sayin he's had enuf an he's nod gonna take id ennymore.
Now dis is whut is bein said by Maman's "Good Boy". Heh. "Good Boy" my furry butt...
So while Dadda is holdin a armload ob Hunny, Maman pokes da syringe fulla meddysin unner da bunny-lip, behind da bunny-teef an gibs it a squeeze. An insted ob wickin it up wike such a darned "Good Boy", da "Good Boy" just wet's grabbity take ober an da meddysin dat goes in comes rite out on Dadda's sweater sleeb.
An it soaks rite in. Inna nice, big, sticky spot.
So, ob course, Hunny, da "Good Boy", decides dat he now needs to kick oud his big feets an scrabble a widdle. Well, dis gets Dadda inbolbed inna sticky spot on his sweater, an da stickyness spreads onto Dadda's hands, an den onto Hunny.
Now Hunny is sheddin. We all are. It's da season for sheddin. So da Warren is fulla light, fluffy bunny fuzz. You kin ebben see it floatin aroun inna air when Maman runs da pootie-sucker. It's ebberywhere an Hunny's miniLop fur is 'specially fine an silky an hangs onna breeze. It also sticks to ebberyfing it touches dat issa weast bit sticky.
So now, Maman's wipstick, an Dadda's hands are cobbered in Hunny-hair. An Hunny, now dat his fur has been distrubed by scrabblin, wooks wike he has exploded. He has become da feared Hare-Bomb.
An it's warm inna Bun Room, cos we godda habba door shut onna'count obba stoopid puppy. So Dadda is stawtin to pis'spire. Ebben more fur sticks to'em, mainwy aroun his forehead an nek.
So Hunny seddles down an Maman geds da udder syringe. Unner da bunny-lip, behind da bunny-toofies she sticks it, an Hunny waps dis wun up cos it tastes good.
Bud Hunny is smawt. He kin count an he knows dat he onwy geds two meddysins now, not free. So now he stawts to scrabble again, cos he knows he's gonna ged down an gedda 'nanner for bein a "Good Boy". An Poet knows dat Dadda is gonna sed Hunny down inna habbytat dat dey share an dat she is gonna ged a nanner, too, cos Hunny is habbin wun.
An dat was sorta da siggynal forda rest ob us, too, to ged hextcited aboud nanners...
Well, dat's when da Hare-Bomb went off.
All eight bunnies runnin around, doin da Nanner Dance! An Dadda alreddy sticky an Maman nod much bedder off, an alla woose fur goin ebberywhere fru da air.
Yeah!
So Maman an Dadda hadda hab showers. An den da puppy anna catz had more arggymints ober who sleeps where. So Maman an Dadda were up all nite again wast nite, too.
Inter'restin times at Our Warren!
Posted by Our Warren
at 10:47 AM EST