We gratefully acknowledge the original 'Disapproving Rabbits' website, that inspired this site, and its creators, Sharon, Bill, Cinnamon, and Dougal. Without you, we would not be here. We Approve Of You!

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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Mr. Bun - Coming Home

Dear Bun, I miss you so much. Yesterday we brought your remains home , but it feels like you stopped eating just yesterday, and we only have hours left together. I still can't believe you're gone. I still keep looking at your old spot and want to serve you water and treats and get you settled in for the night. I miss the sound of you slurping water and the gurgles it made in your belleh. I still keep getting the sink ready if case you need a bum baf. I keep waking up at night to check on you in case you flipped over or went on one of your EBA's. I keep hearing the noises your bum leg made when it hit your bundo.
I try to imagine you on your journey to the Rainbow Bridge. You're free of cataracts; your leg is healthy, and you can be anywhere whenever you want to.

I hope you paused to hop around the moon a couple of times. Everybun says it's quite the sight. One of our hoomins called it the "magnificent desolation." Is he right?

What miracle can you see now? What really makes up the black holes? Do you get to play with photons? Can you see the x-rays coming from distant nebulas? Can you surf the gravitational waves? Do you like the sunrises and sunsets over the Ganges? So many questions and so little peace at heart.

Sometimes I imagine you are still with me, much larger, though, bigger than me in fact. You become a large, fuzzy and furry cocoon around me. You tower over me. I can hide inside you now, and I'm peeking through your semi-transparent form, looking out through your massive chest. You're surrounding me with your presence, always here, never leaving me and me never leaving you. I'm so glad you're willing to share yourself like that and comfort me.

I will never feel like I have done enough for you, or that I took good enough care of you. You have changed my life so much, I can never reciprocate that. Your presence and departure only deepened the mystery of what you did and how you did it.

- Your hoomin.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Bun Fiction Update

"Pancake: What? No story, no adventure today? Wait till I tell the flight director about this, and the union rep!"
Mr. Toes
We are working on a story for next Saturday. Lining up at the tar pits was all we could handle this week.
Next time, Pancake and Mr. Toes will go on a test flight with a couple of corporate suits to show them what happens when the ivory tower loses touch with the launch tower.
We started working on a dedicated, separate site/blog to host bun fiction. Don't worry; you'll hear all about the new episodes right here first. We think it's best to let the Disapproving Bun focused on disapproving first. Maybe bun fiction can stand on its own?
As always, we're happy to hear your thoughts.

- The Disapprovers

Friday, October 21, 2016

Binky Free, Kiwi (B & W)

"They've run out of raspberries, have they now? What about the nutricarrots then?!"

Kiwi (black and white) came down hind paw paralysis. Combined with other maladies, Kiwi and Mark lost the battle last week. They have put up a great fight like you would expect a great hoomin and a brave Dutchie would.

- Our deepest sympathies, Mark

PS: Sambuca, (black) is doing well, but misses Kiwi. Mark and Sambuca are both hanging tough and taking care of bun another.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Minnie (left) and Cracker (right)

"Cracker, can you see Friday from here?"
"I think so, but don't see the carrotinis yet!"

- Thank you, Laura!

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


You better look away, hoomin. The top looks so yammeh and it won't be pretty.

- Thank you, Jillian!

Monday, October 17, 2016


Got the M*nd*y mellows? Then you need the M*nd*y medley; Carrotini soaked raspberries! Lots and lots of them, and don't waste the carrotini.

- Thank you, Gabrielle!