Bambi

Look, hoomin, they messed up your order! There's no nanners, no alfalfa, no nothing on this thing!

- Thank you, Debra!

Flower

Aha, hoomin! Now I see those nanners you tried to hide!

- Thank you, Gizem!

Walter

Consequences, hoomin, there will be consequences!


- Thank you, Sherrie!

PS: Sherrie says, "Disapproving bun must sit in stinky doggo bed while Dad vacuums bunny blessings."

Simba

The snow is only up to your waist. Off we go, hoomin! 

- Thank you, Shannon!

Mr. Jingles

Hoomin, what did you do? Where did the weekend go?


- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Mr. Jingles:

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED:  Mix
COLOR: Gray
GENDER:  Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

NOTES:   Contact us for more information

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and is over the 3k mark! :-)   

BHRR: http://bhrabbitrescue.org

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

The Bunday Evening Thumps

Good Evening, Everybun!

My hoomin disappeared for half a day yesterday and came home with a tiny little paper bag. He put it down next to my pellet bawl and expected binkies in return. So he went to that party where the hoomins put together a hundred plus treat bags for buns at the foster home. They also make treats with seagrass mats that can be hung up for the buns at the SPCA.

Well, I'm not touching that thing; I don't care what Buncle Kurtis put in it. Of course, Charlie and Gus got theirs and tore them up right away.

Oh, one more thing - the little guy thought he could get one past me this morning. Gussy-Smarty-Pants thought wrong. Now he's shy a clump of fuzz on his hiney.

And now for something completely different. The hurricane season ended yesterday, and we got away with another one! That really makes a bun grateful.

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Charlie, "What up, Spress?"

 

Espresso, "Good to see you too, Charlie."

Greetings, Everybunny!

Charlie insists, insists! on coming over from time to time to eat my pellets and hay. She says she's just checking on me, but I have the feeling she wants me to remember who runs this place. I try to chase her and all that good stuff, but she's unflappable unless she wishes to flop, of course, which she does as she pleases!

It's all good, I guess. We're all trying to recover from Thanksgiving. My hoomin had to tar pit yesterday and said it felt like the worst M*nd*y ever. Sigh... it's all better now. He's going to a toy-making-party-for-the-buns with one of the rescues. He said he might meet some new buns, smelly two-timer!

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso