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Saturday, May 30, 2020

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

When the tar pit day is done.

Espresso, "Da thump you said, hoomin? V.E.T?!"
Greetings, Everybunny!

That pic on top is what our daily, "after-tar-pit" routine looks like. My hoomin says that's the prize. Of course, all was going well, until he mentioned something about a visit to the V. E. T. this upcoming Tuesday. It's just a checkup, but I say, "What the thump, hoomin?! I thought we waz friends!?" The rest of our crew feels the same - no surprise there.

But, in this crazy life, a spoiled Tuesday is the least of our worries.  When you can't tell anymore what the world will have in store for you in the morning, a trip to a vet is like a day off.

Well, I'm going to enjoy watching my hoomin pick through my "raisins" to collect samples for the doc.

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso

Friday, May 29, 2020

Jake


You smell of elderberries; go away! We're closed for the weekend. Leave the drinks and go, hoomin!

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Follow Cinamon and Jake on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Freeway


Just keep 'em coming and don't skimp on the good stuff, hoomin. Or you can go from "essential" to "essentially useless" in hop!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: Freeway is looking for his forever home and you can learn more about him here.

BORN: 2019
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Lionhead Mix
COLOR: White
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

NOTES: Contact us for more information
BHRR: http://bhrabbitrescue.org

The BHRR fundraiser is still going and is over the 3K mark.

Fundraiser: https://www.gofundme.com/brambleyhedgerabbitrescue

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Zorro


You say don't jump, I say how high, hoomin?

- Thank you, Sunje, and SCHRR!

PS: Zorro and his brother, Xander, are going for their "special" V.E.T. appointment today. Soon, they will be looking for their forever homes and bunn-wives, of course. Zorro is an unapologetic jumper. They were dumped three weeks after Easter at an apartment complex in Tampa and survived on the outside for two weeks.

Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: https://suncoasthrr.org/contact-us
FB: https:www.facebook.com/SuncoastHRR
Home:  https://suncoasthrr.org

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Peaches


If you're having a M*nd*y on a Tuesday, who's fault is that, hoomin?!


- Thank you, Susan, and SCHRR!

PS: Peaches, the sister of Apricot, will be looking for a forever home once she's  spayed. At the moment she has a cast on and today is the the cast is supposed to come off! We're keeping our paws crossed for her.


 

Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: https://suncoasthrr.org/contact-us
FB: https:www.facebook.com/SuncoastHRR
Home:  https://suncoasthrr.org



Monday, May 25, 2020

Wishing Everybun a Safe Memorial Day


Hellos, Everybunny!

Have a bunderful and safe Memorial Day, everybunn. And please, keep it safe! We'll return to the "regularly scheduled programming" tomorrow.

"What's the appropriate way to honor someone's memory?" we wondered today. What was important in their life? Art was vital to the one we remember today. And art it shall be. There's this edible art exhibit coming up, right? Got to do some sketching for that. Maybe a spot of miniature sculpting will do us good? We'll find out.

We'll keep you posted,
- Gus

Sunday, May 24, 2020

The Bunday Evening Thumps

Good Evening, Everybun!

Charlie loafed in front of a small cup of some green liquid.
“Dandelion juice?! How did you get your paws on that?” asked the hoomin.
“Friends in high places, Mr. Hoomin. Isn’t that what Spressos would call you?”
“He would,” said the hoomin and looked at Charlie’s cup again. “Is that ..., it can’t be ...” he mumbled.
“An Absinthinie? Well, it should be. I also need something in my paw, like a mini catnip stogie or something. The smoke would snake and rise through my hair. And you couldn’t tell where the dream ends, and I begin.” quipped Charlie. The hoomin furrowed his brows.

Charlie went on, “I think we need a new scene. This whole “gulag fantasy,” the censors, the sweet-n-low, it has to go.”
“Right,” said the hoomin.

Charlie started giggling, “That drinking and smoking in the stories - that’s why they don’t read them to the little kids! Let’s give them something they can use, something educational, like the ‘tragedy of the compass.’”

Charlie sat up and slurped some more of the green stuff. She licked her lips and went on, “Maybe how the compass got faulted for its natural behavior and was forced to fit its three-dimensional nature into a two-dimensional delusion of ‘how things ought to be?’”

She plopped, stretched, took a deep breath, and sighed, “And in the end, the compass gets its revenge. The magnetic field disappears from the planet for some reason, and the solar radiation has its way with the world.”

Good night, and good luck!
- Charlie