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