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?