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Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Josephine of Jake and Josephine (tbhrr)

Making plans for the weekend, are ya? Well, that's the funniest thing I heard all week!

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR
PS: Jake and Josephine are still looking for their forever home. Josephine is the shy one, but is very sweet once she warms up to you. And the quickest way to that is through head rubs. Josephine loves head rubs.

Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: tbhrr.org/contact-us
FB: https://www.facebook.com/TBHouseRabbitRescue/
Home:  https://tbhrr.org
Blog: https://tbhrr.blogspot.com

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Mr. Jingles (bhrr)

Are you going to sit there and stare at me? Stares are a cawwot so put up or else!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Mr. Jingles:

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4lbs
GENDER:  Neutered Male
NOTES:   Contact us for more information
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and is over the 3k mark! :-)   

Monday, June 24, 2019


Look, hoomin, this used to be a creature like you. It said I couldn't have any more treats.

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Kasper will be joining Jake and Cinamon in a few months. We can follow them on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Bunday Evening Thumps

Espresso - "Look here, hoomin. I see you sit and sit in that chair and you have nothing to snack on. So, how about some of my hay? I thought I'll let you have a bunch of mine. And what if you need to pee? Well, there you go, you can have some of my shredded paper!"

Good Evening, Everybunny!

How's this for big news - Gus and Charlie got their large, area binky rug. Exactly, we're just chilling through another bun day of summer. There's a high-pressure system over us, and that keeps the air hot and hazy, with clouds all over and a slim chance for rain.

Our hoomin is trying to chillax with us. Yesterday, he did all the chores, and today is trying to do not much anything. Well, reading, he's back to reading, but you all heard about that one.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Bun Fiction Update - The Pancake Report

Pancake got up right after the sun broke into the house around five in the morning. Once the rays warmed her back and wouldn't stop teasing her eyelids, no amount of willpower could help her pretend she was still asleep. She sat up on her pad and listened. The house was quiet, except for somebun making noise with the dishes. The hoomins were snoozing; they never got up this early on the weekends.
After a short stop at the bin, she hopped toward the commotion. She sped up and launched into the air, shaking her head, wiggling her torso, and kicking her feet. For a split second, she floated through the air as a bun and a wave. Pancake landed sideways and almost crashed into Joey and Molly. They had the breakfast noms under control. Fresh cawwot juice, fruit, and alfalfa waited to be devoured. No bun could ask for more.
She grabbed a ripe raspberry and bit it in half with relish. The juice splattered everywhere and ran down her mouf as Joey and Molly watched in surprise. "What is she on about now?" thought Joey.
Penny and Joey
"So, what's the latest with that scribe of ours?" murmured Pancake with a grin, and a shiver ran down her body as if she was about to blast off again. "Well, good morning to you, too, Pancake. Ya really like my cooking, eh?" said Joey. Molly sat up and turned to face the sun, eyes closed as she tried to catch every ray of sunlight she could.
"There's very little news from the 'scribe,' "Joey cautioned. "He passed his written exam in January and has been reading textbooks for his next exam since then. The last I heard, he was starting to read the book of regulations and was about to start preparing lesson plans for future students. His instructor told him to get three of them ready for their next meeting," said Joey as he took a bite of alfalfa.
Pancake chuckled. "Do you have that on paper somewhere, Joey, or did it all come to you through that mysterious connection you have with him? I'm not sure I'm willing to trust that mind-melding of yours or those 'talks' you have with him. I like paper; give me a ticker tape or something. I want to get my teeth into it. Do you get what I mean, Joey?"
"That's all I've got," said Joey, and his eyes dropped a little. Pancake started to muse. "Look here, Joey. When we finished the last story a year ago, we were supposed to take a vacation. The next episode was supposed to give an idea about what kind of world we would live in. But here we are, in the middle of another summer, getting baked, languishing in that limbo between the worlds that may or may not come to pass. At this rate, it looks to me as if we don't have a clue when he's going to get done with that 'instructor adventure' of his, do we? Maybe by Christmas, maybe by next spring or even summer? We don't know, eh?" She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun.
"Don't forget this update. How long did this take? A week, two? Bun only knows. And the stories he's been sneaking into the notebook late at night when no bunny's watching," chimed in Molly.
Joey looked toward where the Pleiades ought to be, cleared his throat, and went on: "I'm picking up a lot of trepidation there. Fear of this or that—apprehension." Joey paused for a moment.
"Imagine, if you will, that you think you know where you want to go. You try to sense, through the heavy fog of doubt, where your true place is, the one you feel in your gut is right, the one that gives you relief from feeling like an impostor. You look for guidance, but all you have is a compass you don't trust. The compass gets swayed by a heavy bag around your neck, filled with ferrous and ferocious fears, uncertainties, ideas of how thing are that just aren't so. And the compass goes wild, points here one second then swings and points to the left or the right, or even back to where you came from. You try to put one foot in front of the other, but one foot is snarled in the ho-hum of 'normal,' everyday life, as the other tries to get a toehold in the imaginable." Joey sighed despondently and again turned toward the sun.
For a while, no bun said a word. Joey took out a half-burnt catnip stogie and lit it up. "Weren't you supposed to quit that?" asked Molly, a bit too loudly when she heard the crackle of the stogie lighting up. Joey nodded, "Yeah, there's supposed to be a whole story about that. Also, one about me visiting my elementary school."
"See what I mean? Because that story will never come out – Joey here – will never quit those bloody, stinking stogies and will die from lung cancer!" exclaimed Pancake as she shook her head. She turned toward the doorway and threw over her shoulder, "We'll just have to hold on for a bit longer, I guess. I'll wake up the rest of the crew before the hoomins get up."
Maybe her feet slipped when she pushed off too hard, or maybe she meant to foot-flick Joey and Molly or the scribe.

Friday, June 21, 2019

Lilly of Piper and Lilly (tbhrr)

Oh, you know where the golden carrot is buried. And you're gonna show me when I let you out, eh?

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR

PS: Lilly and her sister, Piper, are still looking for their forever home.

Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: tbhrr.org/contact-us
FB: https://www.facebook.com/TBHouseRabbitRescue/
Home:  tbhrr.org
Blog: tbhrr.blogspot.com

Thursday, June 20, 2019

Jake (of Jake and Josephine - TBHRR)

I beg your pardon? You're not gonna smooch me with that mouf, are ya?

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR
PS: Jake and Josephine are still looking for their forever home.

Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: tbhrr.org/contact-us
FB: https://www.facebook.com/TBHouseRabbitRescue/
Home:  https://tbhrr.org
Blog: https://tbhrr.blogspot.com