The Bunlett Girls

Friday? What Friday, hoomin? Heard you're going into the woods to forage for us this weekend.

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack, and TBHRR

PS: The Bunlett Girls were impossible to keep track of. At one point, all three were racing in a circle around the hoomin in their x-pen. They would have made Werner Heisenbun so proud ;-) Bun could only determine the degree of their disapproval or their momentum while racing about. Any observation was difficult because of all the dust they kicked up.

They will be looking for their forever homes very soon.

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

Fiasco

... it's like looking for a nettle in a haystack ...

- Thank you, Kayla!

Puffy

You what? Louder! You will never hide a nanner again?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Puffy while she looks for her forever home:

BORN: 2018
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED:  Mix
COLOR:  Gray
GENDER:  Spayed Female 
LITTER BOX HABITS: Okay

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

The Bunlett Boys

That there is a silly hoomin. Of course he's bluffing. He ain't got no cawwot farm!

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack, and TBHRR

PS: All the bunletts at the VegFest were but a relentless bundle of energy. Friendly, curious, continually climbing over the silly ape that crawled into their x-pen to take pics. They will be looking for their forever homes very soon.

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

Ursula

Who are you trying to fool, silly hoomin?

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack, and TBHRR

PS: Ursula is for her forever home. She is the mom of "the bunletts". Ursula is very sweet and friendly, so don't let the disapproval fool you.

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

The Bunday Evening Thumps

Greetings, Everybunny!

The funny thing is, we don't have much to thump about. Well, our hoomin decided to have a sleepover with us Friday night. Why? We don't know; we don't have the slightest. He ordered a particular, funky mattress just for that occasion and wanted to try it out. I think he was spying on us. He learned we don't sleep much at night - what a waste of perfectly good darkness would that be!

So we ran all over him, and he said: "That was so grand!" - go figure. One of us peed on him, though, and he didn't bat an eye. No, I won't tell you which one of us did it.

Our hoomin said he feels a bit on the sick side these past few days. He thinks it's all the probate stuff getting to him, starting to manifest itself in physical symptoms. I sayz to him, "You're fighting it, stop fighting it. Remember the gimbal rig? You sat in it and chilled and enjoyed the ride. It did its thing, and you enjoyed the full round of it, and never sick, never got hurt. You've gotz to do the same now. This thing will run its course, and it will be over. In the meantime, you haz to tell yourself a better story about this. So there, that's your homework for now."

We'll keep you posted,
- Gus

PS: We are having a few cold, gray days, and it feels like a real season change around here!

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Espresso, "You know, I'm not sharing!"

"Nope, no sir! Won't share."

A little concept sketch in charcoal, in prep for a painting.
Happened a few years back and was inspired by a photo of Mr. Bun.

Greetings, Everybunny!

In some random scene, the hoomin sits down next to Espresso on a bench in a park on a cold, freezing night. Espresso pulls tighter his black trench coat. We can see the steam coming out of his nose.

"I thought you were going to stand me up, Mr. Hoomin. Why the long face? Did you learn something new again? You know, that can be very bad for you."

"Why won't you get straight with me?" hisses the hoomin and Espresso winces. "I saw you loafing with those two again! What're their names, Charlie and Gus. Through the barrier, but still."

"Agent Hoomin, you have to keep your hoomins close, but keep your buns closer."

As he gets up, Espresso takes out a brown envelope hidden in his coat and discreetly leaves it on the bench. He slowly hops away into the night and says, "I have a feeling I'll freeze my whiskers again, Mr. Hoomin."

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso