Fank you, Foxie, for that inner'resting post.

Ebberybunny needs an Opening Act Bunny, and she's a Good One, when you come to fink aboud'it - widdle, cute, energtic and willing to fit in. Which are all Good Qualities to hab!

I'm not saying enny'Fing is wrong heer at Our Warren, but it is.

Hokay, so Maman had Missy and me atta V-E-T's again yestidday onna'count obba Fakt dat it looked a whole lot like I, George, bit MissyBun onna shoulder.

And afta Dr Sharin looked at MissyBun's shoulder, it looked a whole lot *more* like I had bitten her onna shoulder.

Anna Fakt Obba Madder is dat I did bite MissyBun onna Shoulder.

And that's the Fing ob It...

Maman is used to me being "Babby George", cute and snuggly, which I am. And Missy is used to me being Attentive, Grooming George, which I also am.

But this having Dusty around...

And it's not Dusty as Dusty that bothers me. I mean, he's hokay. He's a bunny-in-need and we got whut he needs. Maman got him nootered so he doesn't stink ennymore (which issa very good fing!) and so he isn't so bouncey ennymore and so he isn't allus grabbing alla 'tenshun away frum ebberybunny else alla time (which is 'portant).

Da Fing is...

Maman allus comes innu da Bun Room to get sum milk to put innu her coffee and she allus whispers, "Hello George!"

And I am pleased. I know my name. I hear my name and I wave my ears to show that I am pleased. It is a subtle fing, but it is Our Fing. It makes us bof a widdle happy and because I am happy, I go and give Missy a few liddle licks on top ob her ears. And den Missy is happy and she smiles at Mouse. And Maman goes past Mouse on her way out wiffa milk for her coffee and whispers, "Hello Mouskus!" and he waves his ears and he is happy, too.

And it usta be like Our Liddle Sekret, Maman and me whispering "Hello George!" and me waving my ears; me grooming Missy and her smiling, and then Maman whispering to Mouse and him being happy, too. It does not take much to make us happy, you know?

But Now Maman comes innu da Bun Room to get milk for her coffee and she whispers, "Hello George!" and alla sudden, there's a Dusty-hextplosion frumma habbytat nextest-door, wif Dusty runnning back and forth, and putting up his paws and bouncing offa habbytat walls and yelling,

"Me! Me! Over here! Here I am! Me!"

And our Happy Momint of Liddle Quiet Fings is all gone.

And Maman breaks the rhyme obba Happy Momint and has to step ober to where Dusty is and and talk Out Loud (insted ob whisper) and say, "Hello Dusty to you, too! Maman's pretty boy! Calm down. Have a pet-onna-nose. Calm down, Dusty. Calm down! Yes, we love you, too!"

And then she stops to bend down to where Foxie is and says "Hello little Foxie Gurl! Yes, we love you, too, Liddle Foxie Lady!"

But the "Momint" is broken, don't you see? Our Momint wif Maman is all messed up. It isn't how it allus usta be alla time bifore there wassa Dusty or a Foxie. It is just now being all messed up because now they are here.

And Dr Sharin sed, yestidday, "Well, I could foster Dusty for you." but she didn't seem to hab much hope. She ebben offered to hextchange bunnies wif us!

But Maman sed, "I don't know why George won't get along. He usta get along before when we had Clover and Beebe - but he was introduced to them by Belinda and Hunny. We had Top Buns in those days, but noBun has stepped forward to take over being Top Bun."

And Dadda sed, "There was no need for ennybun to be a Top Bun. They all knew their place from Before."

And I'm finking, "It's not me who is not Getting Along. Da Fing Is issat Dusty is not Getting Along wif us."

And Missy was sitting inna carrier nextest to me looking all puffy and pretty and sad.

And Maman sed, "I can't be habbin' da Warren torn apart wike dis."

And Dr Sharin sed, "I have had this same Fing happin in my Warren, too. My Thumper bit me over a new bunny."

And Maman and Dadda talked aboud'dit alla way home inna car.

Da Fing Is, I tried to tell Maman frumma backseat, is dat I, George, usta be Furst, alla time. But dat was because I wassa "Babby George". Now, though, I am Grown-Up, 'Tellygint George and I know Fings. I bemember How Fings Were and How They Should Be:

"Hello George"

It was justa liddle whisper, but it was my whisper frum Maman and I would wave my ears.

No banging around from nextest door, no hextplosions ob bunny-energy or binkies offa walls. No desperate pleas of "Here! Here! Me! Me!" until she stopped and petted sumbun else.

Just quiet and whisperings like conspirators ob affectshun.

And there especially shouldn't be, as Dusty bounces and races around his habbytat, that Fear you see suddinly spring up behind Maman's eyes, a Fear Frum Long Ago - wif werds: "Shut up! Shut up! Don't wake anyone, don't bring 'them' innuit! Shhhh! Shhhh..." Because there is somefing inside Maman that is still a skert bunny who looks and runs and only comes out later, when it is silent out and nothing moves...

And Dusty wakes that bunny up in her, when it should be left to sleep.

Dat's da Fing.

He shatteres da Quiet Fing dat Our Warren knows that he hasn't Lerned. Belinda knew about the Quiet Fing, and so did Hunny. And if Dusty wuld Only Shut Up, he could lern, too, because I would tell him. Bunnies tell each udder about dere Mawmies and Daddas, about da History and Tradishuns obba Warren, and it is called Da Lore (I have told you dis Bifore).

It's not only hoomins dat figger out their bunnies; their houserabbits figger them out in return. And Each Bunny learns frumma bunnies who are already there.

But Dusty isn't stopping to learn. Foxie is learning, though. She is learning fast and will fit right in. She knows how to be Cute, like me, and how to be Quiet, like Missy, and how to be Feisty, like Mouse. All at dif'frunt times. But Dusty needs to slow down to lern. Rushing to the Frunt might make him noticed, but not inna Good Way.

And dat's da Fing, as it is, so to speak. Da Fing Is, I didn't mean to bite Missy. I didn't mean to be out of sorts. It's not me, not George, but I am not a Babby for ennybun except Maman, and just George only for Missy.

To da Udders, da Fing is, I fink I might hafta become Top Bun.

------------------------ By George  

Posted by Our Warren at 8:10 AM EDT

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George ain't heer -------------------->

<------------------- So --------------------- *teehee!* (I am!) ...................... AND SO ...

So... I gotta liddle song I maked up.... I will sing it now... so... (fibe,six,seben,ate)

I, I (who?) Me! Meee! *twirl*

I'm gonna-gonna-gonna

Sing-a-little (very little!) *hop-hop-hop*

Teeny tiny (very smallish!) *ear-twinkle*

BUNNY SONG! *binky-hop*

It's Alla'bouta'bouta alla'bouta *hop-slide*

Very tiny, liddle-bitty-VERY small! *binky*

Bunny-girl-that's just arrived  *twirrrrrl*

HEEEEEEEEEERE! *hop-binky-hop*

And dat's ME! Dat's me! *slide-binky-twirl*

And dat's right! All right? All right! *hop-hop-slide*

Dat's ME! Foxie! *Bunny giggle*

------- Fank you berry much and I'm shure George will be back berry, berry soonest! Wif Luv, frum Me, Foxie! *bunny-kisses are da bestest!*

Posted by Our Warren at 9:55 PM EDT

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Well, here we go again! Anudder Spa Day has arrived for Da Dawg and Cokie-da-Fat-Cat.

So dis morning, I was mooching around in Maman's Study wif Missy, and Cokie-da-Fat-Cat was asleep onna Liddle Bafroom Floor. Dis was onna'count obba Fakt datta floor in there hadda Liddle Breeze, and he was sort ob enjoying it by habin' a Liddle Nap.

So I was just *there* around Maman's desk. You know, not doing ennyfing in partikular, just sort ob whiskerin' around unner'neaf ob her desk (which happins to be a table) and not paying much attention to ennyfing becos Cokie was doing his impression obba Ded-Cat and it's hot outside and dere is Nuffin' Going On, more or less, when heer comes Maman and she's gotta tellyphone in her hand, and she's talkin'.

And so I hop up onna foo-ton and MissyBun dashes unner'neaf obba desk. And Cokie goes on sleepin' in his Liddle Breeze onna floor inna Liddle Bafroom dat is just offa Maman's Study.

And Maman's talkin' to Auntie Michelle onna tellyphone.

And alla suddin, Maman hollers, "Oh my goodness! Dere he is! Lemme shut da door, Michelle!"

And Maman pulls uppa corner obba rug wif her foot and shuts da door between her Study anna Landing dat leads to da Liberry and Dadda's Office.

And den Maman just sits down atta desk. And she's wike, "Sorry Michelle, but Cokie's going to the Spa today and shutting the door will keep Brian and me from having to chase him all over the house. You have no idea how many bolt-holes a 40-pound Maine Coon can find in one house!"

And then Maman and Auntie Michelle went on to talk about Auntie Patricia and SA and SpiceyBunny whose phone number they hab Lost.

So Missy pokes her nose out frum unner'neaf obba desk and hollars, "Hey Cat!"

And Cokie, who is inna Liddle Bafroom, lying onna Liddle Square ob floor in dere, enjoying da Liddle Breeze looks ups, and he's, like, "Whut?"

And Missy says, "Guess whut?"

And Cokie says, "Dis bedder be good onna'count obba Fakt I wassa'leep and you waked me up."

And Missy raises up her ears and seys, "Well, you bedda find a place to hide."

And just den, outside obba door, I hear Da Dawg come barrelling Uppystairs. Now he hextpekted da door to Maman's Study to be open, onna'count obba Fakt dat it allus is - but dis time, since Maman shut it, it's closed, and so, ob course, Da Dawg runs innu it, Full Tilt.

There is a *bang* assa Dawg bounces off. 

And frumma Liddle Bafroom comes da Cokie-Cat voice: "Whuttaheck wassat?"

And Missy says, "Dat wassa Dawg slamming innu da door."

And Cokie is wike, "How come he slammed innu da door?"

And MissyBun chuckles, "Onna'count obba Fakt he's Stoopit. Maman shut it."

So Cokie struggles up innu a sitting position (which is preddy hard for him becos he's obba Berry Round Pursasion) and he says, "She did whut?"

"Maman closed da door toda Study." Says Missy, wif a lotta satysfakshun. "Mainly to trap you in here. Tidday is Spa Day!"

And *dat* preddy much got Cokie's full attenshun. So he stands up alla way and comes stumping outta da Liddle Bafroom just as Maman hangs uppa phone wif Auntie Michelle.

At which point, Dadda opins da door, and Maman hollars, "Shut da door! I gotta Cat trapped in here!"

And Dadda pulls da door shut and shouts back, "I know!"

Which shows you how switched on they are. 

So Maman scoops up MissyBun and tosses her up onna Foo-ton wif me.

And Missy snuggles down and says to me, "Watch dis. It's gonna ged good."

So Dadda opins da door again, starts coming in, but Maman is onna udder side and starts pushing it shut, squealing, "He's coming out behind da foo-ton!"

And Dadda sticks his foot through the door, which preddy much stops Cokie on his mission ob oozing outta door via behind-da-footon, but gets Dadda's leg caught inna door. So he yells, "Ouch!" and den, "Damnit!" and Maman lets go obba door-knob.

So Dadda manages to squeeze in, leebing Da Dawg onna udder side obba door...

...Where he starts peeping onna'count obba Fakt dat he's gonna miss ebberyfing.

So ennyways, habbing failed to ooz, Cokie has taken refuge unner'neaf obba foo-ton to weigh his options.

And Dadda goes innu da Liddle Bafroom and geds out Mr Broom.

"Whut's dat for?" axts Maman.

"To get outta cat." says Dadda, pokin' Mr Broom unner'neaf obba foo-ton.

So Dadda's pokin away, but dere is no Cokie-Cat coming out.

So Maman says, "It's not werkin'." (She hassa'hextalent Grasp Obba Obvious, Dadda says.)

So Dadda stops pokin' and starts sweeping wiffa Broom, and suddinly out pops Cokie, paddling at high speeds towards Maman's maple rocking chair inna corner byda bookshelves.

And just as Cokie is about to turn da corner dat would ged him by da Attik Door, Maman falls forwards and grabs him byda shoulders.

And outside da Study Door, Da Dawg is keeping up his Collie Anxiety-Peep.

And Dadda hollars, "Shaddup, Marc!"

Which makes Da Dawg change toda Collie Anxiety-Yip, mainly onna'count obba Fakt he wassa'ware dat dere was gonna be *some* kinda Cat-Herding going on (which he finks is Wunna His Jobs) and he was Being Left Out (unbearable fora Collie!) and Not Gonna Be Part Obba It.

So we gotta Dawg onna Wrong Side Obba Door, doing Da Collie Anxiety-Yip, anna Cokie-Cat onna Right Side Obba Door doing Da Cat Anxiety-Wail onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman had him pinned down onna carpet byda shoulders.

And here comes Dadda wiffa carrier!

"Wait for it." Says MissyBun to me onna foo-ton. "Dis is gonna get gooder."

So Dadda puts da carrier down onna floor and says to Maman, "Do you mind shifting yourself slightly to the left, my darling?"

And he says it dis way onna'count obba Fakt dat becos the way they are squeezed in between da rocking chair anna bookcase, he is addressing her butt.

And Maman, who is getting dizzy, says, "Whut?"

And Dadda says, "You gotta shift ober toda left so I can ged in there."

And he's pushing the carrier forwards, inna gen'ral direkkshun ob Cokie's rear-sekshun, which is sorta poking out between Maman's legs unner'neaf ob her long skirt.

Did I menshun dat dere is not a lotta light back in dat corner where they are?

So ennyways, da Cokie-Cat is going on wif his Anxiety-Wail.

And Dadda is wike, "Dear,"

And Maman, who is pracktikly almost upside down, but still hanging on toda Cat byda shoulders is wike, "Brian, whut are you doing?"

And Dadda is pushing da cat-carrier forwards towards da Cokie-butt.

And Maman is wike, "You can't load him in rear-first!"

And Dadda is wike, "Sure we can. Step toda left-hand down a bit, love."

So Maman moves ober, and Dadda gets a grip onna Cat and starts stuffing him backwards innu da carrier.

And Maman is wike, "You know, we could just pik him up and load him innu da top wike a sak ob potatoes."

And Dadda is wike, "No, dis will werk."

And da whole time, Cokie is wailin', "Nooooooooooooo!" while he's being steadily pulled back innu da carrier against his will.

"He's diggin' in." Maman says. And she leans ober to start piking at his paws wun'atta'time, but as soon as she gets one paw free, da udder paw digs right in.

And Dadda's still pulling Cokie innu da carrier, hand ober hand. And onna udder side obba door, Da Dawg is still Yipping Away and now he's started Scratching atta door.

So Maman yells, "Stop it, Marc!"

And Marc stops Yipping and switches over to outright Barking, just in case no one has heard him previously.

And Missy and I are still up onna Foo-ton, outta da way.

So just den, Dadda reaches ober da carrier, grabs bof ob Cokie's paws. And there's a last, pitiful "NOOooooo!" wail, anna door onna carrier clangs shut.

"We did it." Says Dadda.

So he bends down and piks uppa carrier ("He's too hebby to use da handle." Dadda says. "It'll break right off.") and Maman gets da Door Opin.

And in tumbles Da Dawg, but it's Too Late. Da Herding is Ober. 

So Dadda carries Cokie-Inna-Carrier Downnastairs and Outta Frunt Door.

And Missy and I hear Maman say toda Dawg, "You wanna Go For A Ride Inna Car?"

And ob course Da Dawg is Stoopit, and ob course, he is Oberjoyed to Go For A Ride Inna Car! He ebben goes and gets his own Leash.

You just can't quite put a price on dat kinda Stoopitity.

So now Cokie-da-Fat-Cat and Marc-da-Border-Collie-Dawg are Gone, bof obb'em off toda Spa, and Maman is onna Phone again.

She is saying somefing about "Habbin' Foxie's stitches taken out on Saturday and would there be additional appointments open for Two Well-Bunny Check-ups? Dat would be for Mr Mouse and..."

Oh NO! You goddabe kiddin'me!

"George!"

------------By George!

Posted by Our Warren at 11:25 AM EDT

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Maman sed it's geddin' to be wike where you need a Playbill & Program Notes just to find your way around dis place : there is so much Buggering About that it is hard to keep trak ob EbberyBunny. Sus'pecially now that Dusty and Lightning (not her reel Name) hab mooved in.

Part obba Problem issat "Lightning" came wiffa wrong name attached. The Other Part obba Problem was that the People Who Owned Her Bifor Dusty's Mom thought she was a Boy-Bunny and named her "Lightning". Well, ob course, *dat* was all wrong! She spent a lotta time telling them that her name was "Ms Fox", but nobunny would listen to her. Then again, since they just went away and left her at Dusty's Mom's House, they really didn't want to habba Bunny very much inna Furst Place.

And then Dusty's Mom didn't know that "Lightning's" name was really "Ms Fox" either, and she didn't know that Ms Fox was a girl, either. So that was pretty frustrating, too. And then she got heer, where we're sus'posed to know dis kinda Fing, and alla Hoomins were still calling her "Lightning", which wasn't her name.

So that was a Preddy Big Frustration, until Dr Sharin got it all sorted out. But Fox is still rilly upset and mad about da whole Fing and refuses to let Maman take her pikchur. She has bited da camera fingy several times now, so Maman just sorta Gave Up until afta Wednesday when Foxy is going toda V-E-T's in order to be fixed (and she is not broken!).

But ennyway, Maman does habba pikchur ob Dusty, who Phil is callin' "DustMop", "DustBuster", "Da Duster", and such. Dusty doesn't care, just as long as Phil pets him. I have never seed such a bunny for pets! Dusty is wike sum sorta Frantik Furball who is terrified sumbun is gonna ignore him. As if! As soon as sumbunny walks innu da Bun Room, he's Right There, in your face, up close and geddin' per'sonal. Maman sed she finks dis behaviour will stop whin he's had his berries piked. Can't come soon enuf for me!

Next ober is Mr Mouse and he's still Not Talkin' to Maman. He's decided to talk to Dadda, but not to Maman. She still has Cooties for lettin' Dusty and Foxy be heer, and ebbery time she comes innu da Bun Room, Mouse jumps up to give her the RBB. He sat atta udder side obba sofa inna Sitting Room to watch "Law & Order" last nite and gave her the RBB frum there during the commercials.

Then there is MissyBun and me, George. Maman says Missy is like a little old newsbag, because she hasta periscope and stand on tippy-toe ebbery nite to tell Maman Whut's Going On inna Bun Room, just like Belinda Bunny used to. Maman finks dat's onna'count obba Fakt dat Missy finks she's TopBun-in-charge ob ebberybun, but axtchully, it's because Missy wants her Salad Furst and is making shure dat Maman brings it in dis direkshun bifore she goes ennywheres else. Wast nite Missy ebben stole my Parsley Sprigs bifore Maman set my Romaine Cup down inside ob our Habbytat! But it was hokay because Maman went and got me some more, but it was kinda wike Da Nerve, you know?

And then there issa Sus'porting Cast,

 Which wuld be Da Dawg & Cokie-da-Fat-Cat,

Beep-da-Udder-Cat,

Our Guy Phil,

Sistah Beffy & Annastasia

And Maman and Dadda.

And that would be Alla Us Togedder who are libbin' heer at Our Warren!

-----------------------------By George!

Posted by Our Warren at 6:17 AM EDT

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Furst, Mr Mouse wants to say dat if bunnies could Vote inna coming 'Lekshuns, he would Vote for Fred Thompson for Pressydent onna'count obba Fakt dat his last Job was assa wily Distrikt At'turny on "Law & Order" which is Mr Mouse's favourite TV show. And Mr Mouse would sum day like to make a *guest appaerance* on "Law & Order", assa Companion Rabbit to Jack McCoy!

So ennyways, yestidday, bifore da Big Thunderstorms (Paw-waves to Little Ashy!), sum Friends dropped by. Dere was Mister Walt, Missus Mimi and Sherri. (Dey smelled ob ferrets!) And Sherri bringed her bunnies, Dusty and Lightning in carriers. And inna liddle while, afta sitting out onna Screen Porch wif Mr Mouse, Mister Walt and Dadda bringed in habbytats filled wif pine shabings.

And I'm wike, "Whut?" Because we'd alreddy had our Playtime onna Screen Porch and all I wanted to do was to habba nap, you know?

So da udder hoomins left, and Maman and Dadda let Dusty innu Beebe and Clover's (God Bless them!) old habbytat dat had been sitting out onna Screen Porch. So we, Alla Us Togedder, got to see Dusty, close-up-wike.

And Dusty came tumblin' outta da carrier and was wike, "Oh my paws and whiskers! Where am I? Where's my mawmie?"

And I'm wike, "You're at Our Warren. I'm George. Dis is Missy, and ober dere is Mouse..."

And right away Dusty starts running in circkles. "Where am I? Where am I? Where's mawmie?"

Mouse, who was preddy grumpy ennyways onna'count obba Fakt dat his Playtime had been ober and was in his habbytat, went, "Shaddup! You are at Our Warren and it is time for treats. Hang on and you'll gedda Baby Organic Carrot inna minit."

And Dusty stoped, and periscops and Missy axted Mouse, "Whattaheck?"

And Mouse sed, "Well, looks to me wike a juvenile grey-and-white miniLop wif serious dependancy issues. We talkin' Big Ishoos here."

And Missy went innu loaf-position onna pootie-box wiffa *snort* and sed, "I'm da Top miniLop around heer! And as far as I see, I don't gots no Dependancy Ishoos. I got udder Ishoos, wike 'Where's Da Food?' Ishoos."

And Dusty was running around in circkles again, yellin' "Where am I? Lemme out! Where's mawmie! Pet me! Pet me! Pet me!"

So den Dadda came in and he's got dis udder bunny inna smaller habbytat dat's not like da habbytats dat we hab. And Dadda says to Maman, "Dis will hab to do until we can get one or the other bonded to somebunny else."

And da little, tiny noo bunny inna Temp'rary Habbytat issa rilly teeny, tiny bunny who is marked up just wike a Tiny Edition obba English Spot bunny! 'Cept alla spots anna "butterfly" on his teensy nose are brown!

So he's just sitting there, looking at his noo pootie-pan and noo wadder crock and I call ober da side ob my habbytat, "Hello liddle bunny!"

And he's wike, "Who are you?"

And I'm wike, "I am George ob Our Warren, and dis is my bondmate, MissyBun, my Big, Beautiful Bunny Gurl ob Gen'rus P'porshuns. And accrosst frum you is Mr Mouse.Are you a reskew?" I axted him. "Onna'count obba Fakt dat we are all reskews heer, so don't be ashamed to say it if you are."

And just at dat minit, Dadda came by and Dusty starts running around in circkles, yellin', "Hey! You! Pet me! Pet me! Pet me! Pick me up!" And periscoping for all he's worth.

Anna Little Bunny says, "Dusty's a Seriously Needy Bunny. Our Mawmie picked him up and carried him around alla time. He's nebber been on his own."

And I'm wike, "Whut happined dat you are here?"

Anna Little Bunny sed, "I dunno, extactly. Sumfing to do wif cats, dawgs, ferrets and too menny ob us in one place dat needed reskewing." He looked sad for a minit. "We habba nice Mawmie. She is my Sekond Home and my Furst Reskew." And he sighed. "I guess dis is my Third home?"

"Well, it's preddy much gonna be your Forebber Home." Sed Mouse. "Is your last name 'Fosta' by enny chance? Because ebberybunny I ebber met wiffa last name ob 'Fosta' ends up finding their Forebber Home wif sumbunny who issa member ob dis Fing called 'PetBunny' where hoomins hab 'Sucker Lights' dat go off alla'time. And guess whut? Our Maman issa member ob 'PetBunny'."

And just then, Dadda walked by again, prompting Dusty innu anudder outburst ob "Pick me up! Pick me up! Pet me! Pet me! Hey! You! Look at me! Pet me!" and running around like a nut-bag.

So Little Bunny sed, "I don't habba'nudder name. Just 'Lightning' and I don't believe dat's my Name."

And Mouse sed, "Well, don't werry aboud'did. Just wait until you feel comfortable and den you can tell us your real Name. We know how Important reel Names are to bunnies. Dis issa reel Warren, afta all, but beware - Maman will prob'ly gib you some Stoopit Name inna meantime, wike she gave to George."

Anna little bunny poked up his tiny nose and axted me, "Whut Stoopit Name did she gib to you bifore you told her your reel Name?"

And I sed, "She called me 'George', and it wasn't a Stoopit Name. I wassa Babby Bunny when I arrived, a Bunny-Inna-Box Easter Dump without any Name at all, and I *liked* the feel obba name ob 'George'; it was berry 'me', so I keept it!"

And the Little Bunny sed, "Good choice. I hope she gibs me a Stoopit Name I like, too! Because I wassa Left-Behind-Bunny bifore I was taken in by Mawmie Sherri. The kind ob Bunny-inna-habbytat dat gets left behind whin ebberybunny inna houz mooves away. Luckily Mawmie Sherri wassa kind mawmie and took me in. And now she's found me a Forever Home." The Little Bunny periscoped. "Looks pretty nice here. I smell you gots catz anna dawg."

Posted by Our Warren at 10:43 AM EDT

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"Yeah." Sed Mr Mouse. "Furst you pee on eidder da Dawg or a Cat, whichebber is closer, and den *thump*. When you *thump* da Dawg is trained to go get Dadda. And Dadda will be all grumpy and will start to boil wadder to make a Cuppa'Tea, and while dat is going on, he will putta Dawg outside inna Back Gardin to go On Patrol, no madder iffa Dawg wants to go or not, and he will send any Catz Uppystairs to dere 'Partmint, where they will Sulk. Mebbe I will ged to show you later."

"Wow!" Hextclaimed da Little Not-Lightning Bunny. "You got sum System!"

And right about den, Maman arrived and don't'cha know, Dusty hextploded innu akshun again, yelling "Hey! Wady! Cuddle me! Pet me! Pet me! Pet me!"

And Maman, being Maman, decided we all needed to hab more Purina Bunny Chow. So she gave each ob us sun frumma measuring cup and told Mr Mouse,

"Mouse, frum now on, you are onna diet. You need distilled wadder, fewer calcium loaded greens, and more hay. I am beginning to see some sludge in your urine."

And, well, dat made Mr Mouse more annoyed den he alreddy was wif Dusty's antics. So he went to sit in his corner and gave Maman da RBB.

And Maman opined da Frigerator and axted, "Who wants Salad?" which is Wun ob Her More Stoopit Qwestshuns.

And Missy raised out her ears and was wike, "Whucha'Fink? We all do!"

And Dusty was still bouncing around at high speeds, axtin' for Maman to "Hold me! Pick me up! Pet me! Pet me! Pet me!"

And Maman laffed at him, and sed, "You are a spoilt little miniLop! Just like Hunny! You've wrapped your Mawmie Sherri around your little paw, haven't you?"

And Maman reached innu Dusty's habbytat and was pettin' him! And Dusty was getting hextackly whut he axted for!

And acrosst da way Mr Mouse sed sourly, "It figgers. Dat Bunny-Child has only ebber had good mawmies. Wookit how spoilt! I mean *rilly*!"

And I'm sittin' dere, finkin', and den it dawned on me dat Mr Mouse was preddy spoilt, too. So I'm wike, "Wookit, didn't you start off wiffa good Dadda, too?"

And Mr Mouse was wike, "Yes. A great Dadda. He wuld come home frum werk, and den he and I wuld sit onna sofa, eat cereal and watch 'Law & Order' togedder. Den dat mean wommin he got bonded to made him choose between her and me and LuckieBun. And he didn't want ennybunny habbin' us for snake food or pit-bull practice. So he brought us to Our Warren.Whut obb'it?" 

"Well," I sed, "Wookit Dusty anna Little Not-Lightning Bun dere. Now Little  Not-Lightning Bunny wassa'bandonded, and he got taken in by Dusty's Mawmie Sherri, but wookit Dusty..."

And Missy sed frumma pootie-box, "How can I miss him? He's soaking up alla pets and making our salads late!"

And I'm wike, "Yeah. He's a miniLop, isn't he? And he's grey and white and he looks wike da pikchurs ob Cousin Bailey and Cousin Wally (God bless him!) and they are bof grey-and-white miniLops. And Dusty is eating pellets like dere is no tomorrow. Dat is also a miniLop habit, onna'count obba Fakt dat Auntie Grace and Dadda say miniLops are 'garbage-guts'..."

And Missy glared at me, and was wike, "Waidaminit! I amma miniLop, too! And so is Cousin Sheeba!"

"And bof ob your are or *almost* are Big Beautiful Bunny-Gurls ob Gen'rus P'porshuns." I added, rilly fast (because I might be a lotta kinds ob bunny, but "dumb" isn't wunna dem!). "Dadda and Auntie Grace sed dat miniLops are 'garbage-guts' right afta Murphy ate dat 'Whacky Whipper' and Godiva (Bless him!) ate Auntie Grace's Pink Flip-flop."

"So basically whut you're saying," Sed Mr Mouse frum his corner where he was gibbin' Maman da RBB, "Issat Our Warren is suddenily increased by two because dere wassa 'Sponsible Bunny-Mawmie who loved her bunnies enough to bring dem to Our Warren - Wun nice Dwarf kinda English Spot bunny whose name is Not Lightning, anna stereotypically needy, garbage-gut grey-and-white miniLop named Dusty."

"Yeah, preddy much." I agreed. "No such fing as Strangers, NoBunny OnAlone, just wike Belinda sed."

And we sat around and throught aboud'dis while Maman petted Dusty.

And den MissyBun sat up, put her ears out straight and yelled, "Hey! You! Maman! Stop pettin' dat bunny and ged busy wif dose Salads! I can hear da Standing Clock inna Living Room chiming!"

And Maman stuck her hed up and alla'sudden, rushed off, outta da Bun Room clutching bags frumma 'Frigerator. And preddy soon, we each gotta Romaine Cup wif Curly Parsley, Flat Italian Parlsey, Home-grown Dill Weed, a Peppermint sprig, and two Baby Organic Carrots.

And then some Big Thunderstorms came, so Mr Mouse missed 'Law & Order' and that made him madder than ebber, because Mouse hates enny kind of Change.

He's ebben agreed to help Fred Thompson pose for pikchurs to be Pressydent. For now. Mouse sed da WholeFing might ged infekted by "pollyticks" and dere are no tablets to take for dat, wike da Dawg does for reg'lar ticks. 

And dat's preddy much dat, for now, heer at Our Augemented Warren!

----------------------------- By George!

Posted by Our Warren at 10:34 AM EDT

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Well, it issa Memorial Day HollyDay WeekEnd, and Alla Us Togedder, heer at Our Warren just wanna wish Ebberybunny we know a berry Hoppy and Safe Start toda Summer!

Yeah!

Tiday, Phil-da-Lad, Maman and Dadda are gonna begin setting uppa Screen Porch so we bunnies can hab Our Playtime outside.

The Screen Porch issa Great Place for us to hab Our Playtime, because basikly, it issa whole Room that is Offa Ground by Four Foots, and has no door toda Outside, and is Surrounded by Screens, so there are No Bugs, No Preddytors, and Alla Us Togedder can be outside enjoying breezes anna Wind-Chimes wiffoud habbin' to Werry Aboud EnnyFing.

So we are allus berry hoppy to hab dat room re-opined to us Ebbery Summer!

Yeah!

And dis Memorial Day WeekEnd issa WeekEnd datta ScreenPorch will ged opined!

*Paw-Waves to Lilly and Penny who lib Nextest Door!* (Dey hab their own Screen Porch, too, which is preddy good onna'count ob dem being Dawgs and all, but den, dey habba nice Mawmie, so it kinda figgers, you know?)

So ennyways, Alla Us Togedder are hoping dat alla you will hab Sumfing Good Happin for you onna Memorial Day WeekEnd!

And on Monday, (which issa Real Memorial Day) I hope to tell you aboud'da Memorial Day P-rade where Our Phil is gonna be innit, onna'count obba Fakt dat he issa Navy Veteran. And we also wanna tell aboud Our Auntie Grace, and Unkul Bernie, and Unkul Toby, and Our Bim's Bestest-Friend Dave Sweet (who Flew-Away-and-Nebber-Came-Back) and alla Udder Veterans and hoomins who are Serving Inna Millytary dat we know.

Yeah!

Lotta stuff going on, which is Pretty Good. Maman says we might ebben gedda Flags to hab on our habbytats! Ob course, MissyBun sed we would radder hab summa dat Flat Italian Parsley dat seems to be takin' ober Hunny's Our Warren Memorial Gardin, but she would!

And Maman sed she might tell us suma Da Lore aboud'da Our Bim-inna-Navy inna World War Too, and sum udder parts obba Lore dat she knows.

So all-in-all dere issa Wot To Wook Forwards To.

As Auntie Grace and The Herd in Kin-Tuck-Eee is fond ob sayin' "We March On!"

Yeah!

------------------------ By George

Posted by Our Warren at 12:23 PM EDT

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So tiday, I'm sitting here inna Study, doing my Cute and hoping for summa that *rilly* good Flat Italian Parsley that seems to be growing our in Hunny's Our Warren Memorial Rose & Herb Gardin.

So far, in spite ob my best Cute, nuffin has currently arrived.

Howebber, I do not beeleeb in Gibbin' Up. That is for Udder Creechurs who don't Beeleeb in their Cute. I do, which is why I know Maman is going to offer Alla Us Togedder sumfing wike a Treat soonest. Just as soon as she and I get this Blog sorted out, which is Why I'm Keeping Up My Cute - the more Cute, the sooner we go Downnastairs to getta Treates. 

Unless she runs outta coffee. Then we go Downnastairs a lot sooner. But we also come Back Uppystairs because she has This Fing going aboud'da Dissyplin.

Howebber MissyBun and I each gotta Bite ob Spice Cookie, which is sorta like a Treat, 'cept it's only Wun Bite, which is not Very Much.

Bunnies prefer a Muchness, wike you get wif Salad, or Baby Organic Carrots or Flat Italian Parsley, or ebben Raisins, where you get More Than Wun.

But Maman is habbin' Cookies for Breakfast mainly because she can dip them in her coffee so there are No Crumbs to bung up her 'puter, and because she says she agrees wiffa "Bill Cosby Theory ob Cake" - it has alla required nutritional ellymints innit, wike wheat, cornstarch, sugar, spice, butter - which are Natchurally Eaten by Hoomins for Breakfast, and it tastes Good.

She says she is no fan ob whut she calls da "Twigs and Berries" approach to Nutrition. "Granola" bars don't last around here because mostly, they get fed toda Dawg. He eats ennyfing.

Last Nite, Phil-da-Lad came ober and stayed to hab Hot-dogs for dinner. Dis is his favourite dinner and Maman allus buys these same hot-dog fings called "Hebrew Nashunals". They are not axtchually Dawgs, I shuld point out, but sumfings dat hoomins stick inside ob rolls to eat.

So da Dawg, who issa real dawg named Marc-da-Border-Collie, sat down to wait and see if there wuld be "Left-Obers". Marc is a Big Fan ob Left-Obers, and doesn't ebben hab to hab enny Cute to get them. He just hasta sit there and be whut Dadda calls A Hairy Dust-Bin.

So Marc is sitting inna Dining Room, being A Hairy Dust-Bin, and along comes Cokie-da-Fat-Cat.

Now Cokie doesn't bother with his Cute, eidder, unless certain condishiuns prevail, and Showing Up For Dinner isn't Wun Obba Condishuns. Cokie doesn't beeleeb in Catz Axtin' For Left-Obers. As he sees it, left-obers are a Rite, and in partic'lar, they are His Rite. 

So he comes stumpin' innu da Dining Room, sits down nextest toda Dawg, fixes Dadda wiffa Stare and demands his porshun obba Left-obers.

And Cokie's Porshun preddy much incloods ebberyfing onna table.

So Dadda tells Cokie, "You're outta luck, son."

And Cokie turns around and flips his tail at Dadda (they hab *dat* sortaz relayshunship) and strolls unnerneaf obba Dawg's chin to go stand up on his hind feets to habba look at Phil's plate!

So Phil is, wike, "You want me to play whack-a-mole wif you hed, Cat?"

And Cokie glares at Phil, gets down and starts shamblin' ober to where Maman is sitting. But Maman stops him bifore he ebben gets there by sayin, "Don't ebben, Cokie!"

And by dis time, da Dawg is lying down, so Cokie makes a U-turn, and comes back to lie down, full-stretch across da Dawg's paws and rolls ober on his back, so datta Dawg has No Choice but to be lookin' down across a Broad Hextpanse ob Cat-gut.

Anna Dawg is lookin around helplessly, wike, "Sumbody ged him offa me!"

Anna Upside-down Cokie-Cat starts to Complain Out-loud dat he is not geddin' enny obba Left-obers.

So out inna Bun Room, MissyBun *Thumps* which is her way ob telling da Cokie-Cat to "Shaddup".

Normally Missy's *thumps* are preddy powerful, since she issa Big, Beautiful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rus P'roporshuns, but dis time she was sitting inna pootie-pan when she did it, so da nice layer ob Yestreday's Noos litter absorbed some obba shock and muffled da sound a widdle bit - which is why Maman called through frumma Dining Room,

"All right, George, that's enough frum out there!"

And I'm, wike, "Whut?" Because I knew I hadn't done ennyfing.

And den Dadda says, "Dat wasn't George. Too light; it hadda be Mouse."

And Mouse is sitting quietly in his corner and he's, wike, "Whuttaheck?"

So Missy *Thumps* again, just to straighten ebberybunny out.

And ob course while dis is going on, Cokie-da-Fat-Cat is still lying upside-down across da Dawg's paws, complaining dat he's not geddin' left-obers anna Dawg is busy looking Distressed because he's Covered in Cat and can't do ennyfing aboud'dit.

So it's Phil who gives in Furst.Maman says he hassa soft heart. Dadda says he sumtimes hassa soft hed to go wiffit, but dat's anudder story altogedder. So ennyways, Phil leans ober da side ob his chair and says toda Cokie-Cat,

"All right, Fat-Guts. If I gib you a liddle piece ob hot-dog, will you shut da h*ll up?" (I can't type does kinda Navy werds, Maman says.)

And Phil breaks offa widdle bit ob his hot-dog and places it onna floor.

Well, da Cokie-Cat rolls up at oncest, stands on all four feets, and gobbles down the widdle piece ob hot-dog.

Anna Dawg unscrambles his legs and stands up, too. And his face is set inna "Whaaaaaaa!" hextpression.

And Dadda wooks atta Cokie-Cat and says, "Dat didn't ebben touch da sides goin' down."

And Maman, who ob course notices da Dawg in Distress, says to Phil, "Now gib sumfing - not da roll, Stoopit! - toda Dawg so he won't feel left out."

And Phil is wike, "I would wike to hab sum ob my food left for me to eat! I'm a growing boy!"

So Maman glares at him and calls da Dawg ober to her. And da Dawg goes ober to her, only to find datta Cokie-Cat has taken a short-cut unnerneaf obba table and  beaten him toda side ob her chair!

Now da Dawg is Not Allowed to show enny Aggression toward enny Catz or Bunnies, eidder, for dat matter. No matter Whut We Do, he hasta show Obedience and Restraint. Dat's part ob his Job, and Jobs are sacred amongst Border-Collies (ob which he is wun).

So here issa Fat-Cat, cuttin' Furst In Line for left-obers ahead ob him, and he can't do a Fing abouddit.

But since he is taller, Maman gibs da Dawg sum hot-dog. And she leans ober her chair, and dere issa Cokie-Cat, glaring up at her and purring wike a motor-boat.

And Maman says, "These guys have bad attitudes, getting fed frumma table like dis." Den she looks up and acrosst da table at Dadda and adds, "Brian, dis is your fault."

And she puts downna'nudder widdle piece ob hot-dog onna floor forda Fat-Cat and gibs da Dawg anudder chunk ob hot-dog.

And Phil says, "Yeah, Brian. They didn't beg wike dis bifore you came. It's your fault."

And Phil breaks offa'nudder widdle bit ob hot-dog datta Fat-Cat sees and inhales rite away. And den he gibs anudder, bigger piece toda Dawg.

And Dadda is sittin' dere, wike, wif his hed on one side, and he says, "Hextcuse me? Who is feeding dem frumma table?"

And just den, da Cokie-Cat pops up frum unnerneaf obba table, almost in Dadda's face, and he's got his paws out, hanging on across Dadda's arm, wif claws (which he is not sus'posed to do).

And Dadda's wike, "Owwwww! You (Anglo-Saxon werds dat Maman says I am not allowed to type go here)!" and he shakes da Cokie-Cat offa his arm.

Well, da Cat goes flying, and rite aboud den, da Dawg's training preddy much snaps, and dere issa brief run-around around da Dining Room, and a whole lotta shouting wif Navy werds and Anglo-Saxon werds dat Maman says Small White Bunnies shuld not type in their Blogs. And den da Cat bolts for Uppystairs wif da Dawg hot on his tail afta him.

And den dere is preddy much quiet inna Dining Room. 'Cept for Dadda sitting back down in his chair. And Phil chucklin'. And Maman snortin', "Good grief!"

So just to sort ob putta "Last Werd" in (because dat's whut she's wike), MissyBun *Thumps* again frum where she's ockypying da High Ground inna pooty-box. And da nice, new litter preddy much absorbs da weight obba sound again.

And Dadda calls in frumma Dining Room, "Shaddup, George!"

And I'm, wike, "Whut?"

And Missy wooks acrosst da habbytat to me and says, "You herd Dadda. Shaddup."

------------------------ By George! 

Posted by Our Warren at 11:29 AM EDT

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Well, you nebber know, do you? You just nebber, ebber know.

So here am I, George, sitting on Maman's lap, learning to Read By Noospaper, and there is MissyBun, wandering around onna carpet inna Study, leebing pooties inna Catz 'Lektrick Pootie Box.

She says she hasta leeb at least Wun Bunny Pootie inna 'Lektrick Pootie Box to proove toda Catz dat Bunnies hab been inna Study, and that da Study is Bunny Terrytorry. And Terrytorry issa Very Important Ishuoo wif Bunnies. It's Our's, and therefore it is Important that nobunny makes enny kind of Mistake aboud'da Ownership, so we tend to leave pooties in Strateegik Places, or else mark da Boundaries ob Our Areas wif Scents ob Us.

It's a Bunny Fing.

So Missy leaves at least Wun Pootie inna Catz' 'Lektrick Pootie Box so dat they will know that Maman's Study is also Bunny Terrytorry.

The Trubble comes in dat MissyBun, being a Beautiful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rus P'porshuns is heavy enuf to set off the 'Lektrick Pootie Box's Automatik Self-Cleaning Patrol, and her pootie can get accidentally scraped up and dumped innu da Con-veen-ient E-Zee-Cleen Containment Unit dat Maman just throws away innu da garbage when she cleans da Catz' pootie-boxes out.

Which is Distressin' to Missy onna'count obba Fakt dat she hasta keep puttin' bunny pooties innu da Catz 'Lektrick Pootie Box time-afta-time, because sumtimes, when Missy goes back to see that she has left a proper *Calling Card* forda Catz... Well... it's already Gone!

So dere is Consternation.

So ennyways, last nite, while Mr Mouse was out wif Maman habbin' a look at sum tellyvishion show called "CSI: Noo Yawk" because there was sum chick-lite innerview on where there *shuld* hab been Mouse's favourite telyvision show, "Law & Order", Mouse sed Dadda came Downnastairs innu da Sitting Room and axt Maman "Whut aboud'da two noo bunnies?"

And Mouse was, wike, "Whut 'noo bunnies'?" because dis wassa furst time he'd heard ennyfing aboud'da bunnies udder den da Three Ob Us who lib in Our Warren now dat Beebe-Bunny!! has gone on toda Rainbow Bridge to be wif Ms CloverBun anna udder bunnies.

So since he has no par'tick'ly fondness for "CSI: Noo Yawk", Mr Mouse listened rilly closely to Maman and Dadda.

And it seems dat dere are Two Bunnies who can't stay inna houz where they were Rescued, but who might need to come heer to Our Warren. Frum Whut Mouse Heard, they are Two Boyz, and they are not bonded. Wun issa loppy-eared guy anna udder might look a lot like Beebe, and Bof ob Dem are YoungBuns.

So Mouse is, wike, "Dis is Our Bun Room, and we will hab to make dem aware ob dat."

And Missy is, wike, "And I am da only Gurl heer, so dey hab to listen to me aboud'da 'Roolz ob Domestik Libbin'. Gurls Rool da Houz and dat's all dere is toit."

And Mr Mouse added, "And you know whut else I heard?"

And I'm, wike, "Whut?"

"Maman wishes dat dey were a bonded pair ob Inkwish Spot Bunnies!" And Mouse's eyes got rilly big as he added, "And so does Dadda!"

And Missy is wike, "You godda be kiddin' me. Dat wuld be wike habbin' a pair ob Belinda Bunnies!"

"Yeah." Said Mouse. "And Maman was telling Dadda aboud Ms Suzy's Harold who issa Boy-Inkwish Spot Bunny who hid in her car when she adopted Mr Brown, and rode alla way home wif her bifore she notised him, and den she hadda call uppa Rescue where she adopted Mr Brown frum and tell dem dat she hadn't stolen Harold, dat he had hijacked a ride wif her! And do you know whut Dadda said?"

And I was, wike, "Whut?"

And Mr Mouse continued, "Dadda sed dat Harold 'displayed typical Inkwish Spot behviour'! Dat when he saw dat Brown was being taken away by a strange lady, he said to himself, 'Oh no, dat's not on!' and snuck innu her car so dat he could go wif his friend, who only had wun eye, and continue to take care ob him. And Dadda sed Harold was 'Wun brave Inkwish Spot, typikle ob dat kinda bunny.'" And den Maman telled Dadda 'bout Ms Nikita Bun and Auntie Tina."

And MissyBun sed, "Oh, I alreddy know aboud'dat! Ms Nikita issa'nudder famous Inkwish Spot Bunny, like Belinda, and ebberybunny knows aboud'er Famous Igloo Story!"

And Mouse sed, "Well, I don't."

And Missy sed, "Den shaddup and listen, cos I know dis Part Obba Lore. Auntie Tina was cryin' because she was 'fraid dat her weddin' wasn't going to turn out to be just as she wanted - Maman says dat brides often cry ober stuff wike dat - and Ms Nikita was sittin' wif her whin it got to be along'round Bedtime, and Auntie Tina was still cryin'. So Ms Nikita, knowing dat it isn't safe to sleep out inna opin, wike inna middle obba room, and also knowing dat you don't leeb your Mawmie In Distress, wint downna Hallway, and got her Purple Igloo, and pushed it wif her nose allaway uppa Hallway, and innu da room where Auntie Tina was crying, until she got dat Igloo right upp'gainst Auntie Tina's foot. And den Ms Nikita Bun got innu da Purple Igloo and turned around sodat her hed was restin' on her Mawmie's foot, and went to sleep! And dat shows Troo Inkwish Spot Ingenuity and Deddykayshun!"

"And Maman and Dadda want to habba bonded pair ob'em?" I axt.

"Yeah." Sed Mr Mouse. "And dey know sumbun who hassa Sank-tuary wif lotsa homeless bunnies."

"And we gotta empty, smell-less habbytat." Added MissBun, wooking at me. "And it is big, just wike Our Habbbytat."

So I went ober to my Finking Spot and loafed up, and hadda small-white-bunny fink onna subject.

And dis is Whut I Thought:

Maman allus says dat whin God closes a door, He opins a Winder; Our Job is to find dat Winder and squeeze through. She also sed dat crossing ober da Rainbow Bridge is wike going through a Doorway.

So Beebe closed a door when he crossed da Rainbow Bridge, which opined up the Big Habbytat dat he shared wif CloverBun like a winder. And now here are dese Two homeless Boy Bunnies, trying to squeeze through dis winder, innu Our Warren, where it is Safe.

Only, most boy bunnies don't bond or even ged along wif each udder. Now ob course, we're not shure if these Two Boyz are rilly bof boyz - hoomins often make mistake on Dis Subjekt, so dat dey fink dey hab Two Boyz whin they can habba Boy anna Gurl or whutebber. Da Fing happinin' here issat dere are Two Bunnies in need. If dey can be bonded, dey can share da Big Habbytat and dat will be hokay, if Mr Mouse and MissyBun can 'stablish Who Owns Whut. And all.

So we will hab to see.

Because around here, You Just Nebber Know...

--------------------------- By George!

Posted by Our Warren at 10:45 AM EDT

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So last nite, Maman and Mr Mouse watched da "Season Finale" ob da tellyvision show "Law & Order, SVU".

At the very End, Maman picked Mr Mouse up and complained, "How much trubble can wun station-load ob detectibs ged demselves innu atta same time?"

And Mr Mouse, whose Favourite Character appears on the Original "Law & Order" and is named "Executive ADA Jack McCoy" sed, "Beats me, but I'd fire alla dem onna spot and put dem all back as reg'lar detectibs on 'Law & Order' until dey lerned how to stay outta Trubble."

And den Maman and Dadda came out innu the Bun Room and we all had Salad Time.

And I figgered out dat I am the only member ob Our Warren who can read!

Yeah! 'Cept it all didn't go as smoothly as that. I mean, as usualy, there is a Whole Lot More To Fings than appears in two simple sentences - which is normal for Our Warren.

In udder werds, Nothing Is Simple.

I was sitting up here wif Maman atta 'puter and we were habbin' our morning look atta Noospapers togedder.

Now I hab to hextplain dat Maman issa Noos Junkie. She is Addicted to Noos da way udder people are addicted to drugs or sumfing. Maman hasta wake up inna morning to read Noospapers frumma'round da Werld onna WerldWideWeb.

Udderwise, she is grumpy.

Dadda says dat udder people hab to drink alcohol, or take pills, or else look out their windows to mind udder peoples' biznez for dem, or know alla gossip inna village, but dat Maman operates onna Global Scale by insisting on reading Da Daily Tellygraph, Da Guardian, Da Observer, Da Phillydelphia Inquirer, Da Times ob Trenton anna Noo Yawk Times, along wif Da Noo Yawk Daily Noos, anna Philadelphia Daily Noos anna Trentonian, wif glances atta Mirror anna Sun when the occasion demands. And her computer homepage is Google Noos!

So it's not wike ennybunny is going around here, unaware ob Current Events.

And she does alla dis reading while she is drinking her morning coffee, too, and while habbin me, George BunnyRabbit, on her lap while MissyBun wanders around inna Study, looking at Fings.

So this is how I learned that I can read - I can recognise werds onna 'puter screen and know Whut They Mean. This is called "reading" and it can't be done in Lagomorphin..

Now I mentioned Yestidday that Bunnies speak Lagomorphin. This is not a written language due to the Fakt that bunnies do not hab Opposable Thumbs in which to hold pens or pencils, and, until the invention obba keyboard, we had no use for writing ennyways. We live in Warrens and communykate through Lagomorphin, which contains a great deal ob body language and whut is called inflected speech that cannot be duplicated through written means.

So...

When Bunnies became HouzBunnies, we discovered that we could use 'puters to effectively communykate withe each other over long distances by the use ob E-Lists, like Pet-Bunny and e-mail, but we hadda learn to type, using the keyboard, which was geared mainly for Hoomin-speak, primarily inna Inkwish Language.

So we did Whut Bunnies Do, which is Adapt.

We learned to type, using da keyboard and translated our throughts frum Lagomorphin innu a variety ob Inkwish dat we heard alla'round us. Belinda Bunny got inner'rested in dis Noo Form ob Communykayshun, and developed da Furst Web-site By Bunnies, For Bunnies, the RIFRAF Noos Site. Then she began This Blog, so that she could type her own 'Pinions and Thoughts. And she was the Furst Bunny to do this.

Then she went toda Rainbow Bridge and now I, George, am typing The Hay Diaries Bunny Blog.

So it was Yestidday that I discovered that I could read in actual Inkwish!

Dadda was inna Kitchin, boiling water to make a cuppa, and he came innu da Bun Room and opened the 'Frigerator. So MissyBun goes over toda side obba habbytat, raises up her ears and starts doing her Cute.

And Dadda says, "Give it up, Bug-a-Lugs, you're too early."

And he pulls somefing outta the 'Frigerator and there in big letters in typed on it, "M-I-L-K".

And MissyBun calls out to Dadda, "Hey! You! Whutaboudda Bunnies! Gimmie!"

And I sed to Missy, "You don't want dat."

And she says, "You wanna bet on dat? It's coming outta da 'Frigerator, so it's gotta be Baby Organic Carrots. Maman allus gives us Baby Organic Carrots when's she's got her hed stuck in dere. It's only when she's inna Udder Side, inna Freezer, dat we don't ged ennyfing."

And I sed, "It says onna side ob dat fing dat it's got milk in, and we don't want enny ob that stuff."

And Missy's, wike, "How do you know?"

"Onna'count obba Fakt dat it hassa sign onnit that says 'MILK' - m-i-l-k - right onna side obbit." I sed.

And MissyBun gasped and hextclaimed, "Hey! Waidaminit! You can read!"

And I thought for a momint (as I do) and den sed, "Mebbe. I dunno. We'll have to test it out. Let's see whut happins nextest."

So then, Dadda was back, poking his hed innu da 'Frigerator and he came out wiffa bag, and MissyBun sidled up to me wif her ears up and axts, "Whut's dat? Wooks wike Salad."

And I peered atta Werds onna bag and I culd make outta letters and they spelled outta werds, "Ice-berg" and I sed to MissyBun, "Well, It is sorta Salad, but we don't want enny."

And her ears went straight out frum her hed and she goes, "How can you say dat, George BunnyRabbit? If it's Salad, OB COURSE WE WANT IT!"

And off she goes, skurrying around da habbytat, periscoping and all, trying to get Dadda's 'Tension.

And Dadda looks at her and says, "You're outta luck, MissyBun. Your Mum says this stuff is no good for you."

And Missy is, wike, "WhhhhaaaAAAAAAAAA! Whuddayamean 'no good for me'? It's SALAD! It's GOOD for me!"

And Dadda put da bag away inna 'Frigerator and shut da door.

"You'll just have to wait for your Mum to give you your Romaine Plate." he sed and left da Bun Room. "It won't be long."

And Missy picked up her red-and-yellow toss-toy and heaved it my head.

"Whut is going on heer!" She demanded, assa toy bounced offa side obba habbytat and rolled back towards her. "Whut are you doing, George? Whut's dis 'READING' fing you gots goin' on?"

Anna toss-toy bumped her inna paw, so she piked it up again in her teefs and bounced it offa side obba habbytat. Dis time, it ended up inna Wadder Crock, and sprayed wadder all down da frunt ob me.

So I hadda sit down and groom, onna'count obba Fakt dat I was cubbered in wadder. And Missy was 'nnoyed enough dat she was finding strands of hay to pik up and toss up inna air.

And I'm, wike, "Lookit, 'reading' is seeing werds in Inkwish and knowing whut they mean. Like whut it sed on dat bag. It sed 'Ice-berg Class-Ic Salad' which means that it is Iceberg Lettuce which is No Good for bunnies onna'count obba Fakt that it has NO nutrients or whutebber innit. Maman told us aboudd'it. It's all 'empty' she sed, which is why she won't gib it to us in our salads. It's why we get Romaine and Red, Bib and Green Leaf Lettuce instead"

(And I'm telling her this between licks, cleaning up my fur!)

But this hetxplaination isn't good enuf for MissyBun.

"And you're tellin' me you 'read' alla 'dat' onna bag ob Salad? Dat sumhow dat bag ob Salad was 'no good' when I culd smell dat it was Salad, which is by deffynishun, 'Good-for-bunnies'! Whutdaheck issa matter wif you? We could hab had TWO Salads t'night, hextcept you messed it up by 'reading'!"

And I'm, wike, "Two Salads? How do you werk dat wun out?"

And Missy is, wike, "Dat wun frum Dadda anna reg'lar wun frum Maman ekwells TWO SALADS, George BunnyRabbit! Can't you count? I almost had Dadda convinced wif my Cute to gib us sum ob Whut He Had! Dat is, until you went and 'read' whut was onna bag!"

And I'm sitting dere, grooming my paw, and telling her it's not *my* fault whut it said onna stoopit bag, and here comes Maman, followed by da Dawg and Dadda, carrying Mr Mouse, all traipsing out innu da Bun Room. And Maman opins da Door Toda Back Gardin and tells da Dawg to go Out On Patrol. Den she opins uppa habbytat and starts to pet MissyBun.

And Missy sort ob flops down, all grouchy and Maman (who is clueless) goes, "There's my sweetie-bunny!"

And Missy is, wike, "Gimmie my salad."

And Maman is, wike, "Wookit da widgie-cheeks onna Sweetie-bunny-gurl!"

And Missy is, wike, "Gimmie my salad!"

And Maman is, wike, "Woogie-woogie-woogie cheeky bunny-gurl!"

Amd Missy is just lying there wif her ears down and her nose going up-and-down, up-and-down, up-and-down and her eyes are half-closed - however I can see she's glaring - and as soon as Maman pulls her hand out, MissyBun bounces up inna-air, puts her paws onna top obba habbytat door, sticks her hed out,  and demands,

"Gimmie my salad, wommin!"

And Mr Mouse, who had just gone back inside ob his habbytat frum watching "Law & Order" inna Sitting Room, pokes his nose up and axts, "Whut's up wif you, Missy?"

And MissyBun shouts, "It's George! He can read! And he messed up our chances ob gettin' TWO Salads! TWO! Can you beeleeb it? And all because George can read!"

So, you know whut? The nextest time I learn to do sumfing, I fink I'm going to keep it to myself...

-------------------------------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:00 AM EDT

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Well, if this doesn't just beat all.

Yeah!

Just habba look. Open uppa'nudder browser window and go to www.Slate.com (a new magazine from da Washington Post Noospaper) and rite dere onna banner you will see a pikchur obba cat! Anna werds, "Kitty Power"!

Den follow da link to dis page, http://www.slate.com/id/2166338/nav/tap1/  and view da slide show.

It is disgustin', lemme tell you!

I mean, I am all for ebbery species habbin' a voice ob it's own onna WerldWideWeb, and for ebbery species habbin' a Right to voice dere own 'pinions and hold dere own Beliefs - BUT...

Dis shure wooks wike Hextploitashun to me - dis time, involving Catz!

Now ebberybunny knows dat Our Warren is infected wif Catz. In fakt, we hab Two - Cokie-da-Fat-Maine-Coon-Cat and Beep-da-Udder-Cat. Mostly, dey just torment da Dawg and fink dey own da place. Occasionally, MissyBun pulls out summa dere fur to lett'em know Who Is Rilly Boss, but aside frum dat, dey do berry liddle aside frum haunt various sunbeams. Dey seem to hab a single brain-cell dat dey cycle amongst each udder and sumtimes rent out toda Dawg.

Dadda refers to Cokie assa "Furry Speed-bump" and "Two Furry Slippers anna Tennis Racket" when he is not calling him Names Not Fit For Publication, and he calls Beep, "Madame". Bof ob da Catz are 'Dopted, just wike ebberybunny else in Our Warren. Maman swears dat she is 'Lergic to Catz because petting dem makes her hands itch, but it doesn't matter because she werries 'bout dem just wike she werries 'bout ebberybunny else (Werrying is Whut Maman Does, and she says she is Berry Good Atit, having done it for Most ob Her Life.).

But back to dis Artykul in Slate...

It is hextploitive because it is not By Catz, About Catz, For Catz - it is By Hoomins, Featchuring Pikchurs ob Catz forda Amusemint ob Udder Hoomins!

In udder werd, dis is Kitty-porn. 

Yeah!

Da hoomins who created da web-pages menshuned inna Artykul by Slate seem to find it funny to post Un-Diggyfied pikchurs ob Catz and den gib does pikchurs Humerous Captions, and post dem onna Innernet for ebberybunny to laff at.

Now ebberybunny knows dat laffin' at sumbunny is Not Nice. It is mean! Laffin' wif sumbunny is hokay, but not laffin' att'em. Laffin' att'em only makes da wuns bein' laffed at feel badly. And dat is Not Rite.

And dere are hoomins who ebben pretend to hab created a language for des poor kitties, as though the kitties demselves hab created it inna immytation ob hoomin-speak! As if kitties do not habba language ob dere own!

Now I realise dat dere are sum hoomins who fink dat bunnies type as we do because we are immytating hoomin-speak.

Dis is NOT TROO.

We bunnies speak in Lagomorphin, and when we type, we are typin' in translation - translating our thoughts frum Lagomorphin innu Inkwish and den typin' dat Inkwish as we hear it. It's not wike we hab receibed enny formal training inna spelling obba Inkwish Language - we habbin't. We are typin' Whut We Hear, da way dat It Sounds To Us, and How We Would Say It if we would speak Inkwish ourselves - but we don't speak Inkwish or habba need to speak Inkwish, because we hab our own language that is called Lagomorphin.  

Got dat? Good. 

Belinda Bunny ob Our Warren was wunna Da Furst Bunny to ebber ebben Try to communykate wif hoomins in dere own Language - which was why she 'stablished dis blog back in 2004. She was amongst da Furst Bunnies to try to gib a Voice To Da Voiceless, by bringing written language to bunnies, and bridging da communykashuns gap between wun species anna'nudder.

But whut Slate.com hextposes in dere Artykul is no less den da Hextploitashun ob Cat-Cute By Hoomins!

If des websites dat are hetposed by Slate were By Catz, For Catz, den dey wuld be hokay, but as dey are, dey hextist as liddle more den kitty-porn - da gratuiteous viewing ob Cat-Cute for da Gratifykayshun ob Hoomins.

And it shuld be stopped.

Dere are menny species inna werld. Menny ob dem are Cute. But alla species exist for demselves, as sep'rate and splendid Creations byda Architect obba Universe, not created forda hextclusive benefit obba egocentric hoominkind!

• Hoomins do NOT okkypye da top of enny kinda intellectual or moral food chain merely because they hab lerned to create ever bigger and better tools to manipulate and coerce their environment.
  
• Menny udder species hab lerned How Not to manipulate and coerce their environment, but to successfully inhabit and co-exist with their environment, adapting in unique ways to compliment and preserve their environment.
  

Dis takin' away da diggity ob Catz forda Amusemint ob Hoomins is only a foreshadowing ob Fings To Come, I fink. It was good ob Slate to point dis out, sodat ebberybunny can see it.

Now if Catz want to opin dere own web-site and post dere Own Thoughts, dat's fine. Ebbery species shuld hab a Voice ob It's Own.

Wunce dere were sum Very Brave Hoomins who wrote dat Ebberybun was created Equal, and dat ebberybun was entitled to habba Voice ob Dere Own. Dees hoomins, like Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, Rudyard Kipling, anna Marquis de LaFayette, were all Right - Free Speech issa Valuable Fing dat must be protected in order to survive.

And sumbunny must allus be reddy to speak up for:

• Freedom ob Speech and 
• Freedom frum Gross Indiggities by Hoomins-Who-Would-Be-Kings
• And Against Those Who Wrongly Use Their Powers to censor others for Speaking Their Minds
  

---------------------------------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:47 AM EDT

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Well, wif Yestidday being Mawmies' Day, we heer at Our Warren hadda Nice Day!

Yeah!

Furst ob All, dere was Us (minus Beebe-Bunny!! which was so sad. Maman is still crying sumtimes whin she enters da BunRoom and he is not heer. Dadda is moobin' Alla Us Togedder around, sodat We are Near-toda-Back-Door (where we allus are) and den Mr Mouse will be where Beebe libbed. Mr Mouse is not shure ob dis Arrangemint, onna'count obba Fakt datta Dawg swipes him wif his tail whin he comes in frum Goin' On Patrol. Ob course, da Dawg allus has swiped Mr Mouse wif his tail whin he comes in frum Goin' On Patrol, but it was just onna Udder Side, and Mr Mouse issn't shure if he likes bein' swiped onna'nudder side. Change issa funny fing most Bunnies don't wike.).

We asked Maman fora Baby Organic Carrot or sumfing when she came innu da Bun Room, so she wuld habba Furst Chance to see Our Cute, but she sed she didn't hab enny, so she gabe us each a bite obba "Triscuit" instead. But I don't wike Triscuits, so I let MissyBun hab my bite, which she, ob course, ate.

So den, Phil-da-Lad stopped by in his car and sed, "Hoppy Mawmies' Day! Can't stop, goin' toda Air Show, so how'bout we go out whin dere is no Air Show?"

And Maman sed, "You gots munny for food?"

And Phil sed he prob'ly did, and Maman sed "Prob'ly" wassn't Good Enough and gabe him sum, along wif a widdle package ob headache pills, sneezing pills and upset-tummy pills. He sed he had his anti-bee-sting-stuff, but "Fank You" and he wuld keep dis udder stuff in his car, Just In Case. Which wassa Right Fing to say onna'count obba Fakt Maman is Big on "Just-in-Case". 

Phil has lerned a LOT now dat he is suddinly Growed Up and become 'Tellygint, lemme tell you!

So off he wint.

Maman sed onnly a Noo-kleer strike was gonna keep him away frumma Air Show, ebben if dis wassn't Willow's-Grove. 'Parently, Willow's-Grove wassa Bestest Air Show Inna Whole Werld, till they didn't hab it enny more. Which is kinda sad. I thought it was nice that they had named a "Naval Air Station" afta Belinda' Bunny's Bestest Friend and Furst Bondmate, Willow. There can't be too menny Naval Air Stations named afta Bunnies.

Mebbe they will name da Noo Naval Air Station they are gonna build down near da Hare-Force's McGuire Field afta Our Friend, Cricket. That wuld be a Rilly Nice fing to do. She left forda Rainbow Bridge atta same time as Beebe-Bunny!! and it would be a nice fing forda Navy to name a Naval Air Station afta Our Friend, Cricket and Beebe since they hab closed Willow's Grove now. It culd be "Cricket-Beebe Naval Air Station" and they culd invite da Bloo Angels and habba Air Show there ebbery year, and they culd eddykate people aboudda Navy and about habbin HouseRabbits - atta Same Time!

It has possybillaties. Mebbe I shuld type a letter to dat Rush Holt guy (ebben though we like dat Chris Smith guy bedda) and gib him a kloo. Da Gubbermint is allus axtin' for More Munny, but they don't do it inna Rite Way. They demand and stuff. Now if they wuld promote HouseRabbits, den they wuld hab sum Cute to gib back to peoples in hextchange for munny, and dat wuld werk. But da Gubbermint has no Cute.

So ennyways, we are berry sad aboud Cricket Hardy and Beebe bof goin' toda Rainbow Bridge, but we feel comforted dat dey went Togedder. Now Beebe is back wif Ms CloverBun, and he will let Stuffie innerduce Cricket to Belinda Bunny and she will innerduce Cricket to ebberybunny else who is alreddy atta Rainbow Bridge.

Dere is no sadness where dere are Friends.

I just feel kinda sorry for Us Who Gets Left Behind. It's geddin' harder and harder for Maman to be Left Behind wif more rabbit-shaped holes in her heart.

So den, alla suddin, Sistah Beffy and Annastasia arrive!

Hooray!

But Sistah Beffy is sneezing like Mad onna'count obba Fakt dat she has brought a Very Preddy Red Flower-inna-pot for Maman to plant inna Memorial Gardin!

And flowers, no madder whut colour make Sistah Beffy sneeze.

And Annya has reached da age ob Sleepin' Inna Car. Maman hextplained dat it is sorta Automatic-in-babies - you wanta baby to go to sleep? - just put it inna car and drive around da block. No matter whut: as soon assa car goes innu gear, da baby goes to sleep. Sumtimes da car doesn't ebben hab to leeb da dribway. Just put it innu gear anna baby falls asleep. Maman says it werks wike Magic.

And shure enough, Annya was Sound Asleep. And Maman has dis Rool: Do Not Wake Up Babies! Nebber! "Let sleepin' babies, lie!" Maman says, and she's preddy inflexible 'bout it. You wake uppa Sleepin' Baby and she geds preddy cross wif you. Ebben da Dawg will get sent to sit onna Back Porch if he wakes uppa baby! So ebberybun inna Houz hasta walk around on tippy-toes onna'count obba Fakt Annya issa'sleep. Becos bein' da wun who Wakes Up dat Baby is gonna regret it, lemme tell you!

And Maman gabe Sistah Beffy sum noo shoos anna card dat she and Annya had made Togedder (mainly onna'count obba Fakt dat Annya is too young to know 'boutta 'puter).

And ebberybunny sed, "Hoppy Mawmies' Day!" to each udder.

You know, whin I Furst came heer, I wassa Small Bunny, a widdle wike Annya, only bigger. But I didn't habba Mawmie. I thought mebbe Belinda Bunny might be my Mawmie onna'count obba Fakt dat she was black-and-white, and I was white, and she was Big and I was Small, and she let me lie uppa'gainst her whin I was cold and skert.

But she sed, "No. I am not your Mawmie."

And then I thought mebbe me,Hunny was my Mawmie onna'count obba Fakt dat he let me lie nextest to him in his habbytat and he telled me alla'bout Da Lore.

But he sed, "No, I am not your Mawmie onna'count obba Fakt dat I am also a boy-bunny."

So I was, wike, "Who is my mawmie? I hab to hab wun. I sorta bemember dat I had wun sumwheres along da line, so where is she now?"

And so I axted MissyBun and she just wooked at me and sed, "No. I sed 'No.' You hear dat? No!"

So dat was preddy much, dat.

And den I figgered dat my mawmie hadda be Maman, ebben if she was hoomin-shaped, and not bunny-shaped at all, becos Maman cared for me alla time, and I discubbered dat I cared for her. She wassa Wun Person Who Picked Up da Liddle White Bunny who was OnAlone inside obba cardboard box left atta vet's!

So I guess your mawmie issa mawmie dat takes care ob you, whedder she wooks wike you, or issa rite age to be your mawmie or not, or whutebber. If she happins to be rewated to you, dis is good, but she doesn't hab to be - she just hasta be da person who cares aboud you, and who you care aboud.

And you don't need a Speshul Day to be nice to her. Be nice alla time. Share your Cute wif her ebben if you don't wike da Triscuits dat she has on offer, becos, afta all, she is sharin' dem wif you.

And if you gedda chance, take her to see da Bloo Angels atta Air Show atta Naval Air Station or Hare-Force Base nextest to you! Dey fly closest to Heaven, Maman says, and ennyways, no madder iffa gubbermint has no Cute, we heer at Our Warren, Support Our All Young Men and Women Servin' inna millytary

Wike Phil sed, "Ooo-rah, Bunnies! Go Navy, go!" !

-------------------------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 7:04 AM EDT

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How does Wun Small Bunny type dis?

I dunno, but heer goes.

Beebe-Bunny has gone to find his CloverBun atta Rainbow Bridge. He is leebin' at five o'clock dis evening, and Maman and Dadda are going along with Dr. Sharin to tell him dat we love him, and dat he is allus a part ob Our Warren, and dat it's hokay if he hasta go, dat dey unnerstan.

But I don't.

Not rilly.

And I dunno whut else to say.

---------------By George

Posted by Our Warren at 4:36 PM EDT

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Dis will be a quick entry, just to let you know I am alive. *little white bunny sigh*

Fings heer are Rilly Messed Up!

I don't unnerstand most ob Whut's Going On, 'cept dat Maman is Berry Upset, and Sistah Beffy and Annastasia are heer.Well, Annastasia has been heer since da middul ob Saddurday nite whin Maman and Dadda suddinly bringed her to Our Warren. Dey wint to bed, denna tellyphone ringed, and Maman grabbed her chaplains fings and she and Dadda headed out Innu da Nite, lebbin Da Dawg "On Guard".

Afta awhile, they came back wif Annastasia wrapped in blankets and Maman all Upset.

 
So Dadda slept wearing his clothes and Maman put Annastasia inna Bedroom, anna Dawg went out inna Back Gardin On Patrol. He came back in and sed datta Ducks who were dere were asleep and dere was Nuffin Goin' On.

So Alla Us Togedder went Back To Sleep.

Den early inna morning da Telyphone ringed and Dadda went off again and bringed back Sistah Beffy, who was all berry tired, so Maman put her to sleep onna settee inna Sitting Room.

And Annastasia has come in wif Maman to feed us carrots. Maman called Mr Mouse a "piggie" onna'count obba Fakt dat he grabbed a carrot out ob Anna's hand and runned off wiffit. Dis is because Mr Mouse issa member ob Little Ashy's "Runs Wif Loot" Club for Bunnies! 

Our Friend and Cousin, Little Ashy Tyler, Dandelion King ob Callyfornia, issa Pressydeint ob LOTS ob Bunny Clubs onna PetBunny e-List. Dere are over 100 clubs in all, and each wun ob Alla Us Togedder issa Member ob at least wunna Ashy's Clubs. Da most important obba Clubs (I feel) issa "7-Up Club" for bunnies who are ober seven years old. Ebbery Sernior Bun on PetBunny issa member ob dis Club, so Beebe-Bunny, who is Ten Years-old issa member!

But back to Whut's Going On at Our Warren...

We bunnies don't rilly know. Da Dawg, who is our Reg'lar Source ob Informashun doesn't know, either, hext'cept dat he is werried about Who Shuld Be Guarded and Who Shuld Be Herded. It is part ob his Job assa Border Collie to know, and he is Unshure.

Did I menshun dat Phil has been heer alot, too? He has and he and Maman hab had sum long Talks. Beebe says it is strange to bemember dat Phil wassa Lad bifore, and now da same as Maman and Dadda.

MissyBun said dat mebbe Tomorrow we shuld sing Da Bum Song to welcome Spring to Our Warren. It has been preddy warm forda Past Fedw Days. Mebbe we shuld teach Da Bim Song to Anna.

I will habba fink aboud alla dis. Dere issa whole wot for for Wun Small White Bunny to fink aboud, lemme tell you!

------------------------------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 11:02 AM EDT

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Well, there issa'nudder entry dat goes in dis "Hay Diaries" Blog bifore dis wun, but since Tripod is gibbin' dis "Small NZ" rabbit a hard time about postin' it, I'm putting it aside for anudder time when Maman and I hab more Patience. Onna'count obba Fakt dat ebben Togedder, she and I don't habba'lotta Patience atta best ob times, and dis isn't whut you'd call "Da Best Ob Times". (Maman is still sik...) It's not "Da Werst Ob Times," eidder. It's just wunna *those* times when Patience is sumfing Maman *is* rather than sumfing she hassa'lot ob...

Ennyways, since she and I are Uppystairs heer Togedder inna Study, and we BOF hab Thoughts, we hadda Fink aboud Who was gonna ged to Type. And...Since dis is MY Blog, I winned.

Yeah!

Well, I don't bemember dis direktly, but MissyBun told me onna'count obba Fakt dat she bemembers because she was heer, at Our Warren then, although she was just a YoungBun atta time, habbin' preddy much just arrived heer at Our Warren frum Unkul Michael's in Noo Yawk.

Missy sed dat Maman and Phil-the-Lad had just taken part inna Famous Tommy BunTucker Bunderground, moving Tommy BunTucker frum his old home SumWheres in Bis-Con-Sin to his Noo Forebber Home in Noo Yawk State. Maman and Phil had volunteered to drive Tommy in his liddle carrier frumma Pencilvainya/Maryland state line to the Pencilvainya town ob Scranton where he was picked up by Auntie Laura Garner to be taken to Auntie Laura Tucker and his Forebber Home.

And onnaway back frum driving Tommy BunTucker, Maman and Phil stopped atta Burger King onna Turnpike anna Pressydent obba United States said, "We are at war."

And dis made Maman afraid. MissyBun sed datta day bifore da Bunderground there had been September 11th, and the skies ober Our Warren had suddenly got silent, except forda huge fighter-jet-planes screaming over-head along da River.

Missy sed dat Maman spent a lotta time inna BunRoom dat day holding on tight to me,Hunny wif her face in his fur and he was confoozled and skert onna'cout obba Fakt dat none obba bunnies knew Whut Was Happining. Ebben Belinda couldn't ged Maman to look up. not until Dadda came home a long time later. This is onna'count obba Fakt dat Maman prides herself on not crying - so only da bunnies saw, and we nebber tell.

Ennyways, right afta da Bunderground, Phil-the-Lad went sumwheres toda Navy Recruiter. And dere wassa whole lotta fuss and bother, Missy sed, wif Maman gibbin da recruiter piano lessons so he culd play a song to impress his noo wife (and it was Sistah Beffy's brudder-in-law, Jeff, as it turns out!) and alla dat. And Maman made Christmas come a week early so dat Phil culd hab Christmas at Home bifore he left for Illynoy anna Great Lakes Naval Training Centre.

And Phil was all hextcited. He was going innu da Navy to fight for Freedom and for 'Murrica, and for Bunnies to be HouzRabbits ebberywheres.

And then the Day Bifore Christmas came and Jeff anna udder recruiters came and Phil left wif dem inna car. And Maman watched dat car pull away, and watched as it drove alla way downna street.

And then Maman closed da Big Frunt Door, and went innu da BunRoom, Missy sed, and then she opined alla habbytat doors and sat down onna floor wif alla bunnies in Our Warren and curled up inna widdle ball and cried her eyes out. And me,Hunny stood ober her wif Belinda, and although nobun knew Whut Wassa Matta. they all stood ober Maman and nosebonked her. Because Maman nebber cries.

Now dat was den, and dat was Private. And MissyBun says dat Mawmies crying for dere children is normal. All Mawmies cry, ebben if, wike Maman, they don't admit it.

But whut I don't unnerstand is alla Fuss dat is made now when a Person leebs for da Military or comes home on whut they call "Leave" or who just comes home. There are tellyvision cameras there and people wif big signs and ribbons and flowers and tables wif punch and cookies. And big parties wiffa'lotta "Welcome Homes" and people crying out loud.

And dis is all nice, and as it should be - forda Family and forda Mawmies, but why are there tellyvision cameras? Why is dis suddenly Noos forda Werld?

Can anyone of these hoomins bemember sumbun who came home frum VietNam, and who was booed and spit on? Can ennybun bemember sumbun who came home frum Korea and was ignored? Whut is dis sudden rush to shub a tellyvision camera inna face obba military person, not to say "Fank You for serving", but just to say, "Wookit, you're alive!"

Alla these people volunteered to serve. They read da fine print and they still signed their names onna line. They knew that they might get sent to sumplace dat was all desert, or dat dey might hab to float around inna Arabian Sea, but they raised their hands and swore they'd do it. Dey knew dat they wuld prob'ly ged a good eddykayshun, wike Phil got frum Drexel, but dat dey also culd get killed.

 
Dey are ALL good young people who are out dere serving voluntarily! Not one ob dem was forced to go; nobun shubbed a gun innu dere hands and den tossed dem outta a hareplane over a jungle. If dis was wike dat, den maybe dat Sheehan woman wuld hab a case for her terrible behaviour, but as it is, whut she is doing is just sad. Her son knew whut he was doing, just wike Our Phil. She needs help - she needs her warren to help her get the kind of help she needs. Whut She Doesn't Need is alla tellyvision cameras, anna reporters, anna media people who are exploiting her shattered emotions to make their copy. 

And alla dees boys and gurls are wike Our Phil, only now Our Phil issa Veteran and nobun cares about him, or about his knee wif 40 degrees ob lateral motion. But dat's hokay, becos Phil has Our Warren.

Nobun came to take pikchurs ob Maman when she closed da Big Frunt Door and went and curled up onna BunRoom floor to cry alone - and she wuldn't hab wanted dat. Why does ebberybunny assume dat it is Right and Proper to intrude on ebberybun? Nobun "shares" tears. Your tears are your own and your Warren's fur soaks them up. And your Warren pokes their noses close to yours to let you know that they're right there with you. Nobun else is with you - ebben if they try and pretend to be - only your Warren cares for you, just as you care for your Warren.

Because ebben wif tellyvision cameras alla'round, and photojournalists shubbing microphones in your face, and alla tape recorders runnng to catch a sound byte - ebben wif alla dat, you are OnAlone. Because Those Are Not Your Warren. Those things will all go away. The lights will turn off, the flowers will fade, the memorials will wash away in the rain. All of that public out-pouring of grief is nothing, and will come to nothing because it is not felt. It is not a warm nose that cares about you and about whom you care when alla lights have gone out and the Big Frunt Door finally closes.

Our Dadda came frumma Military family, too. Sumtimes he didn't see his Dadda for years atta time; sumtimes he went wif his Dadda to strange places and sumtimes he got shot at assa widdle boy in strange places wif his Dadda. He was taught not to make a fuss, dat dis was part ob being "military" - dat dis was whut made him dif'frunt frum udder kidlets. His Dadda was keeping Inkland safe and Our Dadda was proud ob dat. And just wike his Dadda, Our Dadda hadda job, too, and his job was to be strong, and not to lose his head and start screaming when he saw his Dadda. His job, ebben assa berry widdle boy, was to stand fast and straight and as tall as he was able and not scream or cry or act wike a baby. He was military and Our Dadda grew up to be independant and self-reliant - which is why dere is nuffin' dat he can't handle!

So when fings happin in Our Warren, Maman and Dadda face dem Togedder. Maman stands in frunt ob Dadda, and Dadda stands wif his hands on her shoulders. Dere issa pikchur ob dem togedder wike dis, and inna background, if you look rilly hard, you can see Phil-the-Lad, and Sistah Beffy wif Annastasia over her shoulder, and you can see Marc-the-Border-Collie, wif Cokie-da-Fat-Cat and Beep-da-Udder-Cat and den Alla Us Togedder inna background. We are, Togedder, whut makes Our Warren.

And if you look ebben harder innu da background, you can see Maman's Bim, and Dadda's Dadda, and me,Hunny and Belinda anna Ancient Dawg, and Maman's Granny and alla udder Ones Whos Went Bifore, stretching back innu Time - because alla dees are also Part Obba Warren. We are not only Ourselves as we are now, but we are also The Lore.

But Whut We Are Not is tellyvision cameras and "national mourning" and habbin' grief councillors to tell us how we are supposed to feel about stuff. We don't hab da "media" to gib us direkshuns about how to act or how to unnerstand whut touches us. We do Whut Seems Right and we do it Wif Each Udder. 

And we care aboud each udder and each udder cares for us - And THIS is libbin' inna Warren. It's Whut We Do.

------------------------------- By George 

Posted by Our Warren at 9:17 AM EDT

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Oh dear! Fings hab gotten entirely outta paw around heer at Our Warren!

Yeah!

For starters, BOF Maman and Our Dadda are sik.

Yeah.

And dat's why we're heer operating just onna bare fringes atta thin edge obba Catastrophe Curve.

Which issa very skerry place to be if you don't know whut you're doing. But Fankfully, Alla Us Togedder are preddy used to da Catastrophe Curve and know how to ride wun, but it's NO place for ammytures, lemme tell you!

Hab you ebber herd obba Catastrophe Curve? It's a phenomenon in Physicks where alla ellymints for disaster builds up, inna huge wave-like curve; where alla possybul fings dat could go wrong all begin to add up innu dis huge, heaving wave - just like a wave onna ocean -  and just out aheadd ob dat wave, where ebberyfing dat could possibly go wrong, sumhow, just doesn't. And dat, right dere just ahead ob dat wave, dat's where Our Warren operates - just ahead ob where da Catastrophe Curve crashes out onna graph.

It's wike dis:

Maman gets sik. She's gotta bad fever, and her head is all goofed up, and she is busy staggaring back and forf frumma Sitting Room toda Bafroom toda Bedroom. Anna Dawg is busy herding Concerned Catz away frum her. So she sorta finds herself inna Bafroom, head down ober da toilet fing, wif da Dawg on one side ob her saying,

"You got Catz nextest to you!"

And onna udderside, she hassa Concerned Cat-face staring at her saying,

"Why are you frowing alla dat stuff downna toilet?"

And ebberywhere she goes, dere issa parade of furry four-foots travelling in her wake - da Catz being converned dat dey will miss sumfing anna Dawg doing his best to herd dem sumwheres, anywheres onna'count obba Fakt it's his Job.

So Maman comes out innu da BunRoom and axts us,

"Whut are You Buggers wookin' at?"

And we're wike, "Since you're by da Frigerator, we'll hab a widdle sumfing. Fanks."

And because she is sik, and not "firing on all eight sillenders" (as she says), she gibs us all carrots, which is preddy good.

So den, she stumbles out innu da Kitchen and says, "Dadda is sik."

And we're like, "Uh oh." 

And Cokie-da-Fat-Cat wooks around and says, "I will go and sit wif him."

And heer is where da Catastrophe Curve begins to come innu play.

Cokie-da-Fat-Cat goes off towards da Bedroom, and right away, Beep-da-Udder-Cat is wike,

"Oh no you don't! If ennybun is gonna sit wif Dadda onna bed, it is going to be Me!"

Anna Dawg is wike, "Hey! No Catz inna Bedroom!"

And Cokie is wike, "So who made up 'dat' Rool, Dawg?"

Anna Dawg is wike, "Maman and Dadda BOF sed, 'No Catz onna bed.' Which is why you guys hab to sleep Uppystairs inna 'Partmint at nite and not down heer wif da Bunnies and me."

And Cokie sorta flipped his tail atta Dawg and kept on shambling downna Hallway and turned innu da Bedroom.

Well, da Dawg didn't like being flipped off byda Cat, so he jumped ober da Cat inna doorway, and cut him off just as Cokie was about to jump up onna bed where Dadda was sleeping. Sort ob. 

Because Dadda was awake enough to wook down atta Dawg and Cokie, and Beep-da-Udder-Cat (who had managed to ged innu da doorway) and say, "The lot of you can piss off."

And frumma Kitchen where she was trying hard to concentrate (onna'count obba Fakt dat her brain wasn't werking right because she was still sik) on making Dadda a cup ob tea, Maman calls innu Dadda,

"Is sumfing wrong, dear?"

And Dadda calls back, "Dere is nuffing wrong, sweedhart. Just the Catz anna Dawg."

So Maman, finking she wuld be helpful, calls da Dawg.

Soda Dawg doesn't know whut to do. He's busy doing Wun Job, which is herding Cats Outta da Bedroom, where dey Might be Planning to Ged Onna Bed - and now Maman is calling him, which is anudder ob his Jobs - answering her.

So he comes zooming out innu da Kitchen to see whut's up wif her.

And, ob course, as soon assa Dawg is outta da Bedroom, in go da Catz.

Anna Dawg hears dem, so he makes a flying dash to get outta da Kitchen, but he's right by Maman, who doesn't see him, and they sort ob collide atta rubbish bin.

And Alla Is Togedder are looking in frumma BunRoom, and so we're watching as Maman anna Dawg go staggering around da Kitchin, wiffa Dawg's toenails wooking for purchase onna linnollyum, and Maman wooking for balance onna'count obba Fakt dat she doesn't hab enny ob her own.

So Maman yells, "Darn Dawg!"

And Dadda sort ob wakes up and calls out, "Whuttsamatta, sweedhart?"

Which is when he notices dat he hassa Cat on his hed.

And Cokie-da-Fat-Cat is purring, "I'm sitting wif you because you are sik." 

And Dadda yells, "Dere's a Cat on me!"

And Cokie is sorta wike wrapped around Dadda's hed wif his claws not hextactly out, but sort of gently grasping, wike his claws *could* come out and rilly hang on tight, if he wanted them to. And he's purring like a motorboat, telling Dadda how lucky he is, because Cokie *could* be lying ennywheres onna whole bed, but he has chosen to lie on Dadda's pillow, as close to Dadda assa loving cat can get. 

And alla sudden, Maman anna Dawg get untangled inna Kitchen, anna Dawg is pounding fru da Dining Room onna way towards da Bedroom, ears flapping, worried Collie-face on, growling, "I'm coming to save you, Dadda!"

And at That Moment, we hear Dadda yell, "Gerroffa me before I make you into two tennis rackets and a pair of furry slippers!"

And dere issa sound ob 40 pounds ob Screaming Airborne Cat.

And as Cokie hits da floor, da Dawg is dere is to meet him.

So Beep-da-Udder-Cat shoots outta Bedroom and makes a hard right-hand turn innu da Sitting Room. Cokie shoots outta da Bedroom and makes a hard left, heading for da Dining Room. Da Dawg comes flying out last, hesitates inna doorway onna'count obba Fakt he has to make decision about which direction to head, and dat's where Dadda runs innu his furry back-side.

And Dadda yells, "One way or da udder! Darned Dawg!"

And Maman is coming downna Hallway wif wunna does big cups of tea for Dadda, and she's watching da tea she's carrying, and NOT watching where she is going.

So just-in-time, Dadda grabs da cuppa tea, da Dawg zooms past Maman, scrabbles onnna Dining Room rug to make the hard left-hand turn innu da Living Room and you can hear him and Cokie-da-Fat-Cat thundering their way Uppystairs.

And then there is silence.

And Maman comes back innu da Kitchin wif Dadda following her and she's kinda unsteady wif her walking, and holding on to fings wike tables anna walls and stuff. And she and Dadda come out innu BunRoom and they sort ob pause and wook at Alla Us Togedder.

And Dadda says, "Whut are You Buggers looking at?"

And we're wike, "Well, since you axted, a carrot wouldn't go amiss..."

And dat's da Catastrophe Curve. And we're still just out heer ahead obbit.

------------------------------------- By George  .

Posted by Our Warren at 6:43 PM EDT

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So heer I was, messing around in Maman's Study inna Evening (which I don't normally do, but, well, since Spring is late, there's not a Whole Lot Else going on), but...

Ennyways...

And I hadda wook atta Natshunal Wedder Service wif Maman, onna'count obba Fakt dat Tidday turned out to be a Preddy Nice Day afta getting off to a Typical Noo Joisey start - cold, foggy, and kinda stinky onna'count obba Fakt there are guys outside putting down Noo Road. And, ob course, wif there being Strange Guys Outside, Da Dawg was Preddy Upset, whut wif them being right nextest to his property and all, and him habbin to tell Lily and Penny nestest-door (who are Young Dawgs and might not know Alla'bout Stranger-Dangers!) just how to go aboud makin' alla'pro'priate noises - and stuff.

Ennyways, it's been a Preddy Full Day.

And while Maman and I were habbin' a look atta Nashunal Wedder Service pages, Maman pointed to sumplace and sed, "Oh look, George! Dat's where Auntie Laura Hardy libs! Wif Boomer and Cricket! And Ms. Buns and Freckles and they were all friends ob Belinda Bunny's!"

So I hadda wook, and I'm wike, "Cool!"

And Maman says to me, "Auntie Laura hassa Blog, too."

And I'm wike, "So udder hoomins blog? Dis is encouraging."

And mainly, I mean dat, onna'count obba Fakt dat I fink blogging shuld be opin to ebberbunny, wike most Fings. I mean, although most obba Blogs dat I know are typed mostly by HouzRabbits, hoomin-typed blogs are good, too - 'speshully if the hoomins are also HouzBunny People.

So heer is where you can go to find Auntie Laura's Blog, called "Somewhere In NJ" which you shuld read.

Auntie Laura writes about her life in NJ, and about her bunnies, which is the main reason dat Alla Us Togedder fink dat Ebberybunny shuld read it.

Yeah!

And also dis evening Phil-da-Lad came ober wif sum Berry Sad Noos. It is sad onna'count obba Fakt dat Our Littest Friend, Furby-da-Hamster has left forda Rainbow Bridge.

So Phil brought her heer, to Our Warren, in her blankie, inna widdle box and he digged a place for her in Hunny's Our Warren Memorial Gardin, so dat she will not ebber be OnAlone ebber again. Not ebben hammies shuld ebber hab to be OnAlone, and Phil made shure dat once he rescued Furby, she was nebber again OnAlone. He kept his promise.

Heer issa Story Ob Furby-da-Hamster: Phil found Furby in Maryland whin she was being mistreated by sum Bad Kids. He stopped da kids frum hurting her, and went to dere Mawmies and Daddies and sed to dem,

"Your kids is pokin' an' hurtin' dis hamster. Dis is not right."

Anna Mawmies and Daddies sed to Phil, "You care so f-ing much aboudda hamster, den you take care obbit!"

And Phil sed, "Suits me."

And he taked Furby home wif him inside ob his pocket.

So he boughted Furby a habitrail and alla hamster-stuff, and taked her toda V-E-T, and got her all kinds ob hammy-stuff to eat and play wif and made tubes and nest-boxes wif habitrail stuff alla'round his apartmint.

And Furby-da-Hammy wassa Berry Happy Hamster.

And den Fruby moved frum Maryland to Noo Joisey wif Phil, anna Catz - Queen KayCee and Toby, and Munchkin. (I shuld point out dat KayCee owns Phil and has owned him since bifore he wint innu da Navy. She is about 10 years old anna Very Serious Kitty!)

So ennyways...

Sumwheres along da line (cos I just found out abouddit!) Phil rescued two Starving Liddle Kittens, Ozzie and Lilly.

And Furby was still going Strong, ebben though she was at least THREE YEARS OLD! And Phil has no idea how old she was bifore he taked her away frum Bad Children, 'cept that she was alreddy (da V-E-T sed) anna'dult. 

So she hadda Berry Happy Hammy-Life onna'count obba Fakt dat she was rescued!

So she went toda Rainbow Bridge very peacefully, alla'suddin, on her own terms, and met Belinda and Hunny and alla'udder bunnies and critters there Who Have Gone On Bifore, a Very Senior Hamster.

So tonight, we're lighting Our Candle for Furby. We will miss her, but we are happy for her, that she was Rescued, and that she hadda Happy Ending to a Gen'rally Happy Life wif Phil-da-Lad.

So, ennyways...

It hasn't been a Bad Day Heer at Our Warren. It started off grey and soggy, but then it grew bright and warm! And it was Calm and Peaceable, and Maman anna Dawg went fora Liddle Walk Togedder to see if they could find Spring. They didn't find it, but they found that there issa Promise Ob Spring ebberywheres (I just wanted to add dis in for my Cuzzin Ashy who alreddy has menny,menny dandelions and delicious herbs in his Wunnerful Gardin!). 

So this is good, too.

And while we'll miss Furby, we're glad that she's going to be Forever Hokay, and that she's gone on to the Real Forever Home in God's Great Warren (for we are Anglican bunnies). And we're happy for menny gifts Tiday - for finding Auntie Laura's Blog and being able to put it heer in "The Hay Diaries" - and for habbin' so menny friends ebberywheres!

Oh, and Wun More Fing! We want to wish a most blessed Passover to our Cuzzins Sheeba, Bailey and Janey, and to alla Our Friends and Relayshuns who are celebrating it beginning sundown tonight.

And Please, EbberyBunny, Bemember dat Easter Is No Fun For A Real Bun! "Make Mine Chocolate!".

So ennyways...

Dat's Preddy Much Dat. I'm gonna go see aboud Habbin' Sum Hay. If you want, we allus hab Sum To Share heer at Our Warren...

--------------------------- By George!

Posted by Our Warren at 8:33 PM EDT

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Hokay. I hab just aboud haddit.

I mean, I'm a gen'rally Patient HouzRabbit. Ennybunny who reads dis "The Hay Diaries" bog wif ebben passing attention knows dat Alla Us Togedder in Our Warren live inna MultiSpecies Warren, but dis is (as Dadda says) Gettin' Beyond a Joke!

So tidday, I'm sitting here, reading da Noo Yawk Times Noospaper Online as I do ebbery morning wif Maman.

Now, I read it onna'count obba Fakt dat MissyBun, my Big, Beautiful Bunny-Gurl ob Gen'rus Pro'porshuns, happins to come frum Noo Yawk and hassa Whole Wotta Noo Yawk Bunna'Tude.

Yeah!

And Maman reads it onna'count obba Fakt dat she usta werk dere.

Just so we're clear.

Ennyways, so here we are, reading da Noo Yawk Times Noospaper Online Uppystairs in Maman's Study, and Maman (who has control obba clicky-fing) clicks on a story called "No Pet Left Behind".

And I'm finking, "Oh good! A Pet-centrist Noos item. Ob *course* it will menshun BunnyRabbits."

So I'm reading, and it starts off preddy good - about Pets Who Travel. 

And I'm finking, "Dis is cool. Our Friend and Relayshun, Sheeba, travels and lets Unkul Peter come along to carry her Furrari for her onna hareplanes."

So I'm reading on - and so far, it's alla'bout Dawgs Who Travel.

And I'm finking, "Yeah, well, so dawgs happin to be da Most Pop'lar Pet. So Whut? We habba Dawg heer in Our Warren, and Our Dawg only goes preddy much two places: da V-E-Ts anna Spa, and mebbe to Rosedale Park or Around da Block, towing Maman onna leash (well, hokay, so I'm hextaggeratin' a widdle and he doesn't *tow* ennywun, but you know whut I mean!)..."

Ennyways, let's read aboudda bunnies!

And I'm finking dat mebbe dis Noos Item will menshun Our Friend, Ms Rudy Esquhare, who has passed her Salad Bar in Noo Yawk and who just got back frum visiting wif Our Cuzzins, Bailey and Janey, who hab Unkul Michael libbin' wif dem, while her Mawmie, Auntie Michelle hadda be Away On BayKayShun (see RIFRAF News onna sidebar).

Yeah, anna artykul is still going on aboudda dawgs and then it menshuns Catz.

And I'm wike, "Hokay, we're geddin' dere."

Onna'count obba Fakt dat Catz are da Sekond Most Pop'lar Pet ("Goodness' knows why!" Sed Missy.).

Now, dere are Two Catz in Our Warren: Cokie-da-Fat-Maine-Coon-Cat and Beep-da-Udder-Cat.

As Auntie Grace has pointed out, bof catz are solar-powered (they hab to lie onna footon, soaking up sun before they can manage enuf ennergy to do ennyfing). And as wiffa Dawg, they preddy much don't Travel Ennywhere 'Cept toda V-E-Ts or toda Spa, and Beep-da-Udder-Cat doesn't ebben hab to go toda Spa!

So I keep on reading. And I'm finking,

"All righty. Dis writer has menshuned Dawgs, and now Catz. Surely dis writer is now gonna menshun BunnyRabbits, (onna'count obba Fakt dat I hab gotten toda Pawt where she is tawkin' aboudda'commydayshuns for Pet Hotels)."

And I'm finking, "Hokay! I know Alla'bout dis subjeckt, onna'count obba Fakt dat Our Cuzzins frum Callyfornia, Beezer and his Bunwife, Sundae, (they lib wif Auntie Judith) allus stays atta lovely liddle place called 'BunnyLuv'. They ebben shared their Wedding 'Nanner there!"

Well, do you fink I saw One Werd Aboudda HouzRabbits in dis artykul inna "Travel" Sekshun obba Noo Yawk Times Noospaper Online?

NO!

"No Pet Left Behind", my Small NZ white tail! You Left Us Bunnies Behind!

HouseRabbits are the THIRD Most Popular Pet inna'Merica, and there is not ONE WERD devoted to OUR Travelling, to OUR Comfort, to OUR Accomplishments, to OUR Unutterable Cuteness!

Whuttdaheck?

Where are the plates of Fresh-cut Veggies being placed out to welcome US? Which Airline is gonna offer Free In-Cabin Fly-Wif-Your-Hoomin? Which Hotel-chain is gonna realise dat WE are NOT "livestock"?

Hokay, so Maman and Dadda hire Pet-Sitters for Alla Us Togedder if they happin to ebben Fink ob Going On BayKayShun.

But lemme tell you, Da Dawg comes wif ONE page ob Instructions. Da Solar-Powered Catz come wif TWO pages ob Instructions (mostly hextplaining Why Cokie Horks).

But da HouzRabbits come wif FOUR Pages ob Single-Spaced Instructions, Inklooding:

• How to make Salads
• When to Feed Treats
• Who is Entitled to What
• Who gets What, First
• Whut to do IF.... (and dere's this whole, big, long list)

And that's IN ADDITION to "Emergency Evacuation Plans" just-in-case. (As Maman points out, "Saving the animals will be central to saving you.").

So, um, Wookit, Noo Yawk Times Noospaper Online, dere are more to "pets" then just "dawgs" and "cats", hokay?.

And just so you won't fink dat I'm complaining wiffout trying to help (wike so menny bloggers), I'm finkin' obba artykul idea For You. How aboudda Small artykul aboudda Make Mine Chocolate?

Dat wuld be a Troo "PetS" (please note da plural!) dat EbberyBunny would want to read!

-----------------------------------By George

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Posted by Our Warren at 12:58 PM EDT

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Well, assa Blogging BunnyRabbit, I habba innerest in keeping up wif udder bloggers who also happin to be typing inna Urban Blogosphere onna East Coast. And as I was reading, I happined to read a bog by sum hoomin who werks for sum hoomin fing called "Vanity Fair" who seems to habba Problem wif Inkwish.

Now I find dis sad on menny levels, and assa Longtime Observer Obba East Coastie Blogging Scene frum habbing been associated wif Wunna Da Furst HouzRabbits to ebber Blog Onna WerldWideWeb, Belinda Bunny (fum whom I inherited dis Blog), I feel I hab a Right to post An Opinion.

So here we go.

Frust ob All I happin to LIKE Inkwish hoomins Libbin' Onna East Coast. In dis, I disagree wif dis hoomin frum Vanity Fair.

Obviously, he has no Dadda. 

Onna udder paw, We heer at Our Warren do hab a Dadda and he comes frum Inkland, which makes him Inkwish.

And Our Dadda is Very Important to Alla Us Togedder.

Maman says she'd pro'bly hab curled up and died a wong time ago if it wassn't for Our Dadda, which is quite pos'ly Troo, gibbin the way she is allus talkin' to Da Dawg. She'd do much Bedda Axtin' Us.

Now, Our Dadda does drink a lotta stuff called "tea". It comes in bags dat go in big cups dat Maman says are only for him and nobun else has dem. He also hassa "kettle" dat sits onna counter inna Kitchin dat is also just for him. Dis kettle is eidder OFF and Quiet, or ON and whut Dadda calls "singing" or Whut We Call "growling". Maman says dat we Each Hear Whut We Hear.

Ennyways...

Now dis tea is Obviously 'Portant stuff to an Inkwish hoomin.Sumfing goes wrong, Our Dadda puts onna Kettle. Our Dadda wakes up inna middle obba nite, he boils a kettle. Da Cokie-Cat or Dawg does sumfing stoopit, Dadda calls dem "You Buggers!" and boils a kettle. He is ushually allus calling Maman onna cell-phone fing axting her to "be a deer and put a kettle on for me." Which, while she stays Maman and doesn't change innu ennyfing dif'frunt frum Whut She Is, she allus does. 

Our Maman can't do much, but she can boil a kettle wif da best obb'em.

But dere is nuffin' to complain about Dadda's Drinkin' Habits, hextcept dat we don't share dem. Dis is Hokay wif us onna'count obba Fakt dat we drink wadder. Keep da wadder coming and we won't make cracks about "Ewwwww! Tea!"

Fair is Fair. 

Now Maman usta lib in Inkwand, which made her anna'Murrican Adrift inna Foreign Land, which was Hokay because she felt wike she At Home (but where she was in Inkwand was preddier, she says, onna'count obba Fakt she says she's notta Huge Fan ob Noo Joisey.). As she says, "Habbin growed up preddy much in Phillydelphia and Noo Joisey, Manhattan was aboud as Foreign as you can get and still stay on dis planet."

And as Phil-the-Lad (who has libbed lotsa places wiffa Navy, inklooding Inkwand) sed, "Da fing is, whut madders is whut pooties you are used to dealing wif. It is allus bedda to deal wif da pooties you know. You can lern to deal wif udder pooties, but it takes more time and patience." 

And Bunnies know dat dis is Troo. It is allus harder to come to unnerstand unfamiliar pooties, which is why we prefer it if you leeb our habbytats As We Hab Dem.

Dis is sumfing dat da Guy Frum "Vanity Fair" doesn't seem to unnerstand.

Just becos he wikes his own pooties, udders hab dere own pooties dat dey also wike.

It doesn't make his pooties bedda, just dif'frunt.

Now dere is such a Fing assa Pooty War. And it can be a Grim Business.

A Pooty War is when Wun Bunny comes innu a Noo Warren and tries to take ober da Top Bunship frumma 'Stablished Top Bunny. Anna Wun Bunny begins to leeb a trail ob pooties outside da Personal Habbytat obba'Nudder Bunny. And den da Nudder Bunny responds wiffa trail ob dere own pooties. And preddy soon dere are two Walls Ob Pooties, and each Bunny Seeing Which Bunny Can Build a Higher Wall ob Pooties. 

Sumtimes dey leeb PeeMail, which can rilly begin to upset Maman.

Ennyways...

The Last Time dis happined in Our Warren was whin Mr Mouse challenged Belinda Bunny forda position ob Top Bun in Our Warren.

I wassa berry small Babby George, berry Noo to Our Warren and Belinda Bunny was a ten year-old Inkwish Spot Bunny. As Mouse says, if he had known Belinda had Cancer, he nebber wuld hab Challenged her, but ebben so, da two ob dem built two Pootie Walls dat , as Maman sed, were worthy ob two Buzwizer Clydesdales fed on good pasture.

Now Mouse says he *let* Belinda win. Dadda says Belinda wassa most Efficent Converter ob 'Salad-to-Shit'." he'd ebber seed on "God's Green Earth" and dat Mouse nebber stood a chance (mainly onna'count obba Fakt dat Mouse issa Netherlands Dwarf rabbit and Belinda being Inkwish hadda 'Natural'Vantage' ob prob'ly coming frumma 'Norf' which made Maman yell, "Hay!" and we all sed, "Hokay! Bring sum in!"). 

But dis is not da Point.

Da Point is dat Alla Us Togedder heer at Our Warren hab taked a Vote and hab decided dat habbin' Inkwish hoomins onna East Coast are mostly a Preddy Good Fing. Maman's Whole Family ob Hoomins arrived heer in sumtime called "1629" which issa Long Time Ago, and frum Inkwand, too. And Our Dadda came frum Inkwnd in sumtime called "2000". Our Warren was 'Stablished in 1996 by Maman, and Belinda Bunny, Proud Inkwish Spot Bunny, began dis "The Hay Diaries" blog in 2004 and I'm George, Small New Zealand White Bunny, the Easter Bunny left all OnAlone inna cardboard box atta V-E-T's, and I'm keeping dis Blog going!

And We are, Alla Us Togedder, geddin' Along.

And We are All Dif'frunt.

But We Don't Care! *Footflicks!*

You know, sumtimes, alla dees East Coast bloggers hab just got to Ged Ober It; dey use dere Gills to strain da Ocean ob Werds to Strain Outta Smallest Ideas! So heer is My Idea: Alla Us Togedder make A Warren.

It's Whut We Do. 

Whut I fink is Most Important is dat dere are bunnies imprisoned in outdoor hutches, and being sold as Easter Toys, and libbin' libes ob silent desperation while hoomin pollyticians fink dat Only Udder Hoomins madder and udder hoomins Just Don't Care! 

Will YOU remember "To Make Mine Chocolate" this year? For EVERYBUNNIES' SAKE!

----------------------------------------- By George

Posted by Our Warren at 1:01 PM EDT

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Afta habbin seen Baby Annastasia, I hab notised dat we - bunny, kitty; dawg or hoomin - all start out da same: For a given *length of a piece of string* we all come innu dis werld da same way - nekkid, helpless and blind wif our eyes sealed firmly shut.

And den, inna given period ob *da length obba piece ob string* da eyes opin, dere is fur ob varying amounts and we start to lern.

And Whut We Lern is Whut We Hear frumma Elders.

I hab seen dis wif Baby Annastasia.

Maman sits wif her inna Living Room where Alla Us Togedder are not s'sposed to go onna'count obba Fakt dat it is full ob Anty-Ques dat are part ob Maman's Lore. So Maman sits inna Rocking Chair dat is part ob Maman's Lore and rocks Baby Annastasia back and forf. Anna Rocking Chair creaks, and dat creaking sound is also part ob Maman's Lore that she is passing on to Baby Annastasia, just like she passed it on to Sistah Beffy and Phil-the-Lad.

And I, who lerned Da Lore as it was told to me by me,Hunny (Senior Bun) can Respekt dat. When you are blind, nekkid and helpless, it is knowing Da Lore that helps you to keep on Growing 'Tellygint, which is Whut Bunnies Do. 

So Maman sits wif Baby Annastasia anna Rocking Chair inna Living Room creaks and teaches Baby Annastasia Maman's Lore.

You can see dat I hab dis Fing down, now. I unnerstand aboudda "baby" being Annastasia. MissyBun, Mr Mouse, Beebe-Bunny!! and I hab gotten to smell her and she hassa smell all her own, anna Dawg anna Cokie-Cat anna Beep-da-Udder-Cat all Rekognize her assa Member ob Our Warren, too. So we know Who She Is.

Whut She Does took a widdle more werk to figger out. Whut She Does, though, is whut All Widdle Fings do, which is to Lern Dere Lore.

Which is where dis Rocking Chair inna Living Room comes in.

Da Lore is lerned frumm Ground Up.

Maman was sitting inna Rocking Chair wif Annastasia, anna Rocking Chair was creaking and Baby Annastasia was watching alla Rainbows coming in inna morning. Because Rainbows are part obba Living Room, too, onna'count ob alla sunbeams coming fru alla Sperkling Glass dat is also part ob Maman's Lore.

And just as Baby Annastasia's widdle round hed was falling down asleep, suddinly da tall Standing Clock that ticks away Minutes and chimes alla parts obba Hours wound itself up and began to Chime!

Whoa!

And Baby Annastasia's hed came up and her Bloo Eyes wandered around and den fixed onna tall Standing Clock.

Anna Standing Clock chimed. And then went back to ticking away Minutes and Hours.

But it seemed wike a wonder onna'count obba Fakt dat Baby Annastasia is Noo Inna Werld and had nebber been so close to da Standing Clock bifore!

But da Standing Clock is also part ob Maman's Lore, just wike da Rocking Chair anna Sperkling Glass inna Windows anna Crystal Cabinet dat We are Not Allowed to touch. As me,Hunny told to me, Maman's Lore does not Touch Da Lore, so there is no need for Alla Us Togedder to Touch Maman's Lore. Whut is inna Living Room has no bearing on Da Lore at all, but we can look at it, without having to touch it or smell it (it is a widdle dusty, afta all!) or put our chins all ober it.

And dat is Hokay.

Maman will teach Baby Annastasia Maman's Lore as me,Hunny told me alla Da Lore - so we can go frum being nekkid, blind and helpless to being 'Tellygint. I'm still werking onnit, but I'm further along than Baby Annastasia who is Very Noo.

Da point is dat she will hab Maman's Lore and I hab Da Lore as it was told to me by me,Hunny. But our two aims remain da same: to Grow 'Tellygint.

And Maman will teach her aboudda HouzRabbits anna Lore, just wike me,Hunny teached Alla Us Togedder to Stay Outta da Living Room and Maman's Lore.

And parts obba Lore and Maman's Lore meet, you know. 'Specially inna Kitchen where there are Treats.

Yeah.

Wike where the Raisins are kept inna Cupboard and Where There Is Salad inna 'Frigerator. And aboud Whut Belinda Sed: "Da Bunny Is Allus Right", and stuff wike dat.

Dere are Sum Fings where Maman's Lore and Da Lore meet, and where they are stuck Togedder, and where Fings Are Not Changed:

• Da Bunny Is Allus Right
• Free Access to Hay, Pellets, and Clean Wadder.
• Safe Indoor Housing and Reg'lar Playtimes (wif TeeVee)
• Treats, Treats and More Treats
• Stay Outta Da Living Room (Hokay, we can do dat.)
  

Sum Fings Just ARE. And You don't Mess Wif Dem!

Yeah.

Anglican bunnies follow da media via to Canterbury inna Company ob Saint Francis.

So ennyways...

Baby Annastasia is Lerning Maman's Lore frum Maman inna Living Room, sitting inna Rocking Chair in frunt obba Standing Clock and hearing da Rocking Chair creak anna Standing Clock tick Minutes and Chime Hours. And dis is part obba Way dat Baby Annastasia Grows 'Tellygint.

But we ALL start out da same! 

Yeah!

And so dis is Whut Amazes me:

• How we start da same - blind, nekkid and helpless.
• How we Lern Our Lore da same - frumma Senior Elder (wike me,Hunny or Maman)
• How we habba same Goal In Mind - Growin' Tellygint
• We all habba Lore dat is 'Portant to Each ob Us Togedder - Bunny, Kitty, Dawg and Hoomin!
• And how Alla Lore touches, but nebber Oberruns Anudder Wun.

So we are, Alla Us Togedder, Members obba Same Warren, just dif'frunt.

But atta Same Time, Alla Us Togedder can't ignore Maman's Lore. Alla Us Togedder wouldn't go and smash Maman's Lore inna Living Room, or mess up her Rocking Chair or da Standing Clock that Ticks da Minutes and Chimes da Hours! Dat wuld take away part ob Da Lore as it was told to me by me,Hunny.

And Maman wuld nebber, ebber hurt Alla Us Togedder by throwin' us Out Innu Da Cold, or Fortygetting To Feed us.

Where Da Lore touches Maman's Lore, we are stuck Alla Us Togedder to make Our Warren.

Mebbe we wanna go innu da Living Room summa da times, but you know, we hab grown 'Tellygint enough to come innu Maman's Lore and to hab Maman in Da Lore. We ebben Share sum Lore, wike Da Lore Obba Rainbow Bridge. And we believe dat sum Day, we will grow ebben More 'Tellygint, and Da Lore and Maman's Lore will beda Same Lore!

Yeah!

But dat is not Now. For Now we are, wike Baby Annastasia, startin' Out da Same and Alla Us Togedder, Growin' Tellygint!

----------------------------- By George.
 

Posted by Our Warren at 12:32 PM EDT

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