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Friday, November 17, 2017


You promised, NO Friday pictures!

- Thank you, - Thank you Collected Moments - Bunnies and Mellissa!

PS: You can follow Camilla, Oscar and Melvin and the rest of the crew on their FB at Collected moments - Bunnies

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Beyonce and Betty White - looking for forever homes


Hoomin, do you want to be a part of our buntourage? Do you know how to make big salaaaad?

- Thank you Collected Moments - Bunnies and Mellissa!

PS: Mellissa says, "Beyonce needs a foster or adoptive home! Beyonce was adopted but unfortunately due to allergies in her new home, she is coming back to the rescue. She is a very sweet and friendly rabbit, spayed and litter trained. Betty White needs a new foster home! Betty is a young female bunny, spayed and litter trained."

If you think you'd like to foster or adopt, please fill out the foster or adoption application at Hoppy Home Rescue (Newfoundland):
Adoption: http://www.hoppyhomesrescue.com/adoption-contracts/

Foster: http://www.hoppyhomesrescue.com/foster-care-application/  

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Beatrix and Bill

"Bill, don't be so mean to him!"
"But you see, Beatrix,  next time the salad will be twice as big!"

- Thank you, Fleetie!

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Latte Update

Good News, Everybunny!

Latte is back from the V.E.T., and she's in good shape. Has four legs, all working as expected, and she's on good terms with Espresso and Charlie. We have cream to put on her foot once a day, and she has to take an antibiotic twice a day. Everybun at the vet loved her, and she was roaming about and made friends in the office in no time!

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Monday, November 13, 2017


Your couch? What couch is that? I don't see another couch here!

- Thank you, Christina!

PS: Tomorrow's post, The Late Night With Latter, will be up, well, late ;-) We'll know what the V.E.T has to say.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Don't let the bottom pix fool you; I'm a top shelf disapprover all the way! So, there I was, trying out a new bun cave. Espresso tried it and like it. Or not, because all his favorite noming artifacts disappeared.

This morning we discovered that Belinda, the spokesbun for SmallPetSelect, mentioned us in her latest blog post!

Latte has a V.E.T. appointment, first thing this upcoming Tuesday morning. We found a scab on her left, hind leg. Her ankle joint looks a little enlarged and there's something that looks like a small, open wound. None of that seems to be slowing her down, and we came across purely by chance. So, on Tuesday, we'll make the post in the evening, after we have a better idea of what is going on.

Hopefully, this is nothing. Then again, with all the bunns that had left for the Rainbow Bridge, this is playing tricks on one hoomin's noggin and turns his legs into rubber.

Until Tuesday,

- Espresso

Saturday, November 11, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 1

When I got to the "white room," Zoomer was already waiting for me. The white room was a small, final preparation area at the end of a long gantry leading to our ship perched on top of the Red Hop rocket. The suite tech and a couple of his assistants, students I think, already had Zoomer ready to go. She was sitting on her hind paws, looking way too calm and composed. Her suit looked like it doubled her tiny, Lionhead body, and you could almost mistake her for a Dutchie. I think this was the first time I saw my very young cousin all ready to go on a flight. We had spent the last two days going over and over the plans for her final check flight, and we had worked through a lot of the emergency scenarios in the sim. She had been training in that sim for a long time before her check flight became a date on the calendar. For us, it was mostly a chance to see how well we would work together. Now, we were about to face the real thing.
Red Hop capsule and booster system Zoomer
I am not sure how she rigged the lottery or manipulated the system to draw my name as her Flight Examiner. I almost declined the assignment because of that, but then again, it could have been pure luck. The last thing I wanted to deal with was the possibility that she may bust the ride and I would have to flank a blood relative of mine. Of course, she knew her stuff, and our simulator sessions were great, yet I was apprehensive. After all, you can simulate all you want, but if you give the low-orbit environment half a chance, it will put you in your place feet first in a blink of an eye.
The tech felt around, and tugged and pulled and thumped from time to time. His two "assistants," more like hopping distractions, sniffed and watched and tapped on the gauges with concern. One of them frowned and proudly announced that my diaper light had turned amber. So, I had to make a small deposit already – big deal. Anyway, he felt smart and observant – good for him. I finally asked the tech if they could help Zoomer get situated in the capsule.
Zoomer and Toes
He motioned to his assistants, and Zoomer settled in on her couch. As the couch molded itself to fit Zoomer's contour perfectly, the students secured her restraints, plugged in her life-support system, and started checking for leaks one more time. Their supervisor inspected their work and nodded with approval.
Zoomer on her couch
I got the go-ahead to settle into my couch as they rolled Zoomer into the capsule. As I took my place, I felt the cushion press against and adjust around my torso and hind paws. Even through the suit, the shape-shifting couch felt a little strange. I checked my front paws, making sure I had the required freedom of movement to reach everything on the console in front and a little below me. For now, the most important piece of equipment was the launch abort handle. I say "for now" because up until a certain altitude, this would be our last chance to get the capsule away from the rocket if things got bad enough. Until now, no bun yet had to use it, thank stars, but if we had to, I sure didn't want to be the first one to screw it up. I wiggled my duff to check the fit and comfort of the couch. I already felt like I was floating on air.
Mr. Toes
They finally rolled me into the capsule, and I heard and felt the heavy clangs when the couch locked in place. On my right, Zoomer was already scrolling through the final systems checks and paid no attention to me. Her head was in the game as it should have been. She was the Commander after all. So far, everything looked pretty good. The tech finished mucking about with us and slowly tried to crawl out of the ship. That's the only thing I didn't like about the Stratoberry capsule. Somehow, engineering never figured out a graceful means for the technicians to do their jobs. I watched the indicator lights as I felt the guy still trying to claw his way out of the ship. A little later, the sound of the main hatch closing let us know that the capsule was about to get sealed off, for better or for worse. For a moment, the cabin became strangely peaceful and serene. The only noticeable sound came from the ventilation system in my suit as the freshly recycled air gently meandered around my mouf and whiskers. I caught Zoomer looking at me with a big grin on her mouf as our countdown clock kept on running down closer to zero.