Merry Christmas everybun!!!

Just wanted to wish everybun a healthy and happy holiday! Also, if SantaPaws has yet to get the two-foot in your life the perfect gift (and you happen to live in the tri-state) Mom says run over to Jacks in NYC on 32nd between 6th and 7th. I bought her this, but don't tell her it's from me - we wouldn't want to sully my reputation...Think this will earn me more Craisins?!?

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBUN!!!

BUNNIES!

Mom is much more easily amused than most other two-foots I've met. In fact, any time she sees something rabbit related we have to endure her shrieking "BUNNIES!!!". She is obsessed I tell you! Granted, it is our rabbit right to have two-foot slaves to serve our every whim, but Mom you must focus! YOU BELONG TO ME! I should know, I chin you constantly. Now quit being all giddy and get back to work. My craisin supply is running low, oh and is this Evian or Perrier? You know I prefer FIJI...

Holiday Bunnies, brought to you by L.L. Bean...(it's a gift card option too)

All shall bow down before me!

Today I realized my super powers have begun to develop! I am Lightning Bun! Able to zap mere morals with the tip of my powerfully twitchy nose! Mom says that's just static electricity, but I know better. You will not stop me Mom, I am untouchable! MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA...

Gesundheit!

I don't know about you buns, but Mom says I'm seriously molting. I have no idea what she's talking about - I groom myself thoroughly everyday! As soon as I hear her sneeze, I know she will bring out the dreaded FurBuster. She claims she has something called "allergies", I personally think she is secretly plotting against me. Insanely jealous of my beauty, she wants to strip me bare of my lustrous fur and leave me with bald patches! With all she got today, it's a wonder I'm not naked!

*Mom side-note: The FurBuster is the best $20 I've spent all year! If you don't have something similar, do yourself a favor and pick one up (I got mine at Target).

Oh, the humiliation!

So Mom saw this stupid elf costume at Target...

and decided she'd force poor, defenseless me to wear it!

As you can clearly see, it was not tailored to my specifications.

I am not pleased. This is me giving Mom the raspberry.

I'll never be able to show my face in public again!

It's so hard to find good help these days...

All I ask Mom to do is make sure she is ready to transcribe at my whim, ensure that all tools to maintain my blog (e.g. computer/internet/camera) are functioning properly, have craisins available and within reach at all times, and that she live to be at my beck & call. I mean really, is that so much to ask?!? Needless to say, she fails miserably! The computer is "being repaired", Dad has misplaced the camera's USB connector, craisins are not kept in my cage, and Mom insists on going to this place called "work". Are these sabotage attempts intentional, or a result of their utter incompetence? Do you see what I have to put up with???

Since the USB cable is MIA, you will have to wait to see Mom's failed attempt at Christmas pictures - that is, she tried to dress me up as a elf! Oh, the indignity of it all! But rest assured my friends, she has failed yet again.

Oreo 1 - Mom 0

Mom, you got some 'splainin' to do...

Whenever Mom gets that look on her face, we (Dad & I) know we are probably in for some serious trouble. You see, Mom's been sporting this look since Sunday when she and Dad stopped into a local pet store for my num-nums. While searching the aisles for my beloved ZuPreem (timothy hay only - she is STRICT), Mom noticed some cages lining the back wall of the store. Most were filled with guinea pigs, but upon closer inspection she noticed there was one lonely little Lionhead rabbit in a cage that was no larger than a third of the size of my home. To greet the bun, she slowly lifted her fingers toward the bars of the cage. Lo and behold, this bun not only wanted to sniff, but wanted headrubs as well. Now I don't approve of sharing Mom - she is MINE (I marked her when I was just a baby bun) but I also can't imagine a life without headrubs, kisses, or 'nanas! A binkyless existence, where I could never run the Bunny500?!? NEVER! So, Mom has been moping about, broken-hearted since then. She doesn't know how long that bun has been there, how old it is, or even if it is a boy or a girl, but I suspect she will be investigating. We don't want to support pet shops - who get their buns from mass breeders, don't properly care for those they sell, with no regard to if my fellow buns end up in Forever homes, their only concern - the almighty dollar. But what's a bun to do? Could I ever learn how to share Mom? Should I try to forget about that poor little fellow in the pet shop; if so, how?

*~The Rainbow Bridge~*

Hay everybunny,

I know it's been a while, but my little-big brother Rox crossed the Rainbow Bridge last month. Mom, Dad, and I miss him terribly, so much so that I decided to tone down the rabbitude for a bit and not bug them about going bunline. Sure he was a hamster and much smaller than me, but he was still my big brother and I listened to him and loved him very much. Though Rox and I did not know each other a very long time, Mom and Dad spent 3 wonderful years with him. (He was a gift from Mom to Dad shortly after they were married.) We will miss his antics - his midnight runs, the various escape attempts, and most of all his crazy cage climbing. Mom says try not to be sad and remember the good times, our lives are that much better having known him. I know Rox is happy having crossed the Rainbow Bridge, a place where he will be forever young and full of energy, his cheeks always filled with sunflower seeds and dried corn.

We love you, we miss you, until we meet again...

Top 5 things about Rox:

5. Cheek pouches. He kept all the goods in there, lucky guy! Particularly funny when his cheeks were so full his head appeared to be larger than his body and he waddled/swayed from the weight of it all!

4. Tenacity. Once his mind was set, he NEVER gave up - especially when trying to obtain his freedom ;-) or snag a bit of cheddar cheese.

3. Rabbitude. Though technically not a rabbit (but definitely an honorary one!), Rox had rabbitude in spades. Never a pushover, Rox marched to his own tune and even bossed me around!

2. Fearlessness. His acrobatics were AMAZING! I can jump high, run fast, and hide better than the rest, but I could never hang upside down from my cage like he did. He'd hang by his hindlegs and drop all the way down from the tippy-top (not sides) of his cage; boy, he was brave!

1. Disapproval! Perpetually cranky, Rox taught me how to improve my looks of disdain, distaste, and disgust - I will forever be in his debt.

*nose bumps*

Oreo, Mom, & Dad

Happy Foot-flick Friday!

Hay everybunny! Hope you're all enjoying your Foot-flick Friday! After the week I've had, I'm finally relaxed - having just returned home from the Lagomorph Lounge's hoppy-hour. Since I can't possibly disapprove of the Coronas, I tried my best to look haughty instead.

I may have had one too many buntini's - I'm not saying I did, I'm just saying I may have - so Mom got all huffy and insisted I come home to lie down for a nap. At first I resisted - note the utter disapproval...


But I finally conceded, after giving Mom some serious rabbitude!

Mom, I'm a grown bun, I'll come home when I'm ready...is that a craisin???

Mad at Mom

So earlier today Mom thought she could trick me into pedicure (at my favorite salon - From Hare to Tail) by luring me with craisins. She claims my nails are too long, but they look just fine to me.

Anyhay, when I finally figured out what she was up to, I gave her the most disapproving look I could muster up.



I gave her my back, and proceeded to ignore her for the remainder of the evening.

Mom, you owe me a lot of craisins to make up for this...

It's all about Oreo...

Bienvenidos/Welcome to the Musings of the Latin Lagomorph. I am the Lagomorph Lackey, "Mom" and official scribe to our princess, Oreo. Before our one-on-one with her royal highness, I suppose I should briefly tell you of how she came to be in our lives. Let's start at the beginning...

Oreo was a gift, a pet store Easter bunny - Dad has since learned the err of his ways. Neither I nor Dad had ever been owned by a bun and I had my doubts, but after learning Dad had already arranged for the privilege and honor of having the fair princess join the family, I decided to do my research and properly prepare for the arrival of her royal highness. On March 14, 2008 at a little over a month in age Oreo came into our home. She was the smallest of the litter, and the spunkiest of all the half dwarf-half Silver Marten kits - climbing all over her sibblings and (biological) mother. She has not since lost her playful spirit and is truly Momma's baby girl.

Now, a proper introduction, please put your hands together and welcome our princess, Oreo. ::wild applause::

Who is Oreo?

I am the Latin lagomorph, the Bayridge bunny, the cilantro connoisseur. I am a feisty foodie and voracious eater ::ahem:: reader of books -my sophisticated vegan palate favors the likes of Dean Koontz, Greg Isles, and JR Ward, but Mom insists I stick to my ZuPreem and fresh vegs instead. My favorites consist of Carribean and South American kitchen staples - cilantro, mango, papaya, and bananas just to name a few. Being a Hispanic hare, I am a bilingual bun - but mainly speak English with a Brooklyn accent.

Mom says I have to get off the puter now because she has work to do, but I don't see what could possibly be more important than me! Well I'm off to give her some foot flicks, that'll teach her!

Thanks for stopping by everybun!

*~Oreo~*