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Friday, July 31, 2015

Princess the Warrior Bun

Can't tell if I'm upset that you went on vacation or that you went on vacation without me!

- Thank you Dorothy!

Thursday, July 30, 2015


Explain to me again why I'm up this early? Again! It's not those carrotinis lined up in front of me, is it?

- Thank you Denise!

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Hoomin. You have interrupted my beauty sleep. Again.

- Thank you Mandy!

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


How dare you wipe my foots! Now they really smell. They smell like a hoomin! Do you know what it will take to make that smell go away?!? A tub. A tub filled with carrotinis!

- Thank you Dante and Beatrice!

PS: Follow Dante and Beatrice on FB!

Monday, July 27, 2015


Here's what I think about your idea and my bum has a pellet or two to add to that!

- Thank you Rick!

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Mr. Bun update

 Have I met a salad or a carrot that I didn't like? Nope, no sir, absolutely not.

Today is my new bundo day. Hoomin said he's making a new one since I totally devoured a whole side of the current one. That's pretty good I think. It's a nice problem to have - moning a side of your bundo because you're well enough to worry about needing something to do. I told him to take pictures of it during the  making of it; we shall see it he listens. You know hoomins, sometimes it's like talking to a carrot. I think those listen better.

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, July 25, 2015

The Disapprovers - the talk

We didn't get much sleep that morning before hoomins got up and started checking on us. We had to pop up and pretend that we could not wait to see them. Doing binkies and pirouettes for nanners was the worst. Every little bit of me violently opposed any notion of motion, my head felt like it was on fire and my eyes felt lubricated with saw dust.

But, do you know what happens when you don't get up all excited for a banana? They watch you. And then they watch you some more. And start bringing treats to see what you'll react to. And if you don't get up all perky ... the carrier comes out. They stuff you in it and off you go! They go all Tom Petty on you, one foot in the grave - one foot on the metal - good luck being a rebel. YOU GO TO THE VET!

We got our snorgles and head rubs, and we promised to stay out of trouble. We watched our hoomins finish their morning routine and go to work.

We slept like logs. Except for Abby, she could not rest; she was so excited to hear
what happened. After we more or less came to, she got the full scoop. Suzy and Molly did the talking while I sat and nomed my hay biscuits, gazing off into space, deep space, feeling agitated every time I had to say something.

Now we had to decide if we want to go back and explore that piece of board or should we forget all about it? ... and what about that sneeze?  That sneeze that was nothing supposedly ?

"Major!  Care to join us?," asked Suzy. "Major... hello? Ground to Major bun!"

... oh, sorry guys. What's up?

"I think it's time to talk about what do we want to do next," said Suzy. "We know there's a solid slab of concrete under the house. If we want to have a way out into the wild, we have to consider alternatives. Do we rig something to open a window in the basement? Do we hope the hoomins adopt a dog and let him or her use a doggie door that we could appropriate?" she continued.

"Maybe we could put together a slide, out of one of the windows here?," threw in Molly. 

Then we sat in silence for a while.

"I'm really bummed out over that concrete. I was looking forward to having a nice, long, big dig. We could have it come out right next to the blueberry bushes in the back," I sighed...

"Us too," said Suzy and went on, "let's go for it one more time and really rummage through it; look what's under that board, and check the place from corner to corner. We'll just plan it a little better this time."

"Does anyone know if our ratty friends have ever gone 'splorin' anywhere?," I asked.

Frankie and Freddie lounged happily, content in their little burrows. Frankie was all bundled up with a cup of hot chamomile and lemon grass tea in one paw, inhaling its aroma, holding a bundle of tissues in the other.
"I thought they'd never ask, " said Frankie. And sneezed. 

It wasn't the dust that made him sneeze. Summer colds are the worst. Because they "do not compute" the same way as  seasonal colds do. Summers are for playing around, sitting by the river, enjoying fireflies; not nursing colds.

Frankie took a sip of his tea and continued "... we love all the exploring we get to do.  I'm very curious to see how far they'll go. They're young and brave. Some more than others for sure, but they need to discover stuff for themselves. They need to experience how those explorations affect them, how they make them feel, how they change their perspectives, how the world changes it's tune.

They need to mess up and recover from it just to see what that's like. And we love to keep our eyes on them!

Friday, July 24, 2015


 Admit it, you can't stop looking at it, can you? One little morsel and that's all you see. Anyway, I thought you wanted me to wear a black turtleneck and hold a raspberrini for this?

- Thank you Elizabeth!

PS: Mochi shares a YouTube channel with her sister Tofu and her adopted brother Piplop. The channel is called "Tofu and Mochi" and they are always disapproving https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCe9DHfUAYk02TWPyBqa28CA

Elizabeth says "Mochi  likes to hide and plop next to furniture to get away from us humans. Sometimes she is so disapproving of us humans that she leaves lone little poops to try to deter us away. But I got a photo of her anyway!"

Thursday, July 23, 2015


Hello? Security?!? Someone let a hoomin on the floor! Quick, he's looking at my carrotini and threatning to eat my treats!

- Thank you Stephen!

PS: Stephen says "Millicent goes long (ears) and sells short (scut)."

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


You better have two ready when we come back. Heck, I could use two right now!

- Thank you Wendy!

PS: Wendy says "Fuzzy passed into the Summerland several years ago, but this is her disapproving on the way to one of her vet visits.  She always demanded a carrotini upon her return home.  I'm sure she is looking down on me now, disapproving of this submission."

 PS PS: We humbly disagree with the last statement and strongly believe Fuzzy is sending snorgles for the good life she had and the chance to keep on disapproving.
- Mr. Bun and Ijon

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Sir Oliver FitzWilliam Von Boopington, Esquire

So, what happens when we run out of nanners? You get... THIS face. The sass to end all sasses. "Essscuuuuse me? You wanna back up and say that again? Didn't think so."

- Thank you Molly and Sean!

Monday, July 20, 2015


If you're coming back, pick up more greens and nanners. And raspberrini mixers!

- Thank you Audrey!

PS: Ollie lived to be 11.5 years old and was very expressive.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Mr. Bun update ...

Hello Everybunny! Knock on my cardboard bundo (with one side of it mostly de-bunstructed!), I've not been to the vet. Another week went by and I didn't have to see the vet!

We have a bit of a routine going, slow and steady does it. I do sprint for treats and fresh greens though. Like a madbun! Hoomin will check up on me in the middle of the night, bring fresh stuff, offer a treat. But I like sprinting for the Oxbow digestives (Vit C, Digestive Support and Papaya).

Hoomin's keeping an eye on all my parts that can hide moisture though. The funny thing is that, when fur grows back, it also holds moisture :-( So it's a game of constant vigilance; looking for spots that want to flare up.

But together, we're holding it together ;-)

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, July 18, 2015

The Disapprovers - climbing back...

Time was starting to work against us now. We had to climb our way back up to our room before the first hoomin got up. Suzy decided Molly should go first and pull a line that we could use for security. I took her pack so she could stay well ahead of us.

She did and tied the rope to a sofa leg on the first floor. Thank goodness! Half way up to that floor my legs insinuated their objections to my being a brave bun that volunteered to carry the extra rig. I started working the steps very methodically, making serious use of the rope, one slow, tedious hop at a time. Suzy started doing the same.

We had to take a breather on the first floor. While we rested Molly raced up again and tied the rope to a bookcase.

I took out some hay biscuits and shared them with Suz. We nomed in silence, glad to be still. Our legs burning and shaking from recent exertion.
In the far distance we heard the first transport plane departing from nearby aerobunndrome, 10 miles to the north east. Its high pitch grew louder and closer as it climbed out on instrument departure, its path crossing over our house.   An  Embraer EMB-120 Bunnsilia. These days they fly mostly cargo as passenger traffic goes more and more to regional jets.

Hmmmm, what's he point you ask? If this plane didn't wake up our hoomins, the next one could. This is the beginning of the morning rush hour at the airport.  One after that definitely will. Brake was over and I sure hoped I had enough left in me to make to the top without a slip or a tumble.

Now my paws really feelt my pain. How slick of them. It took all I had to keep my mind on what the paws were doing, resisting the temptation to dwell on what we've been through, what we've seen. We will have plenty of time for that very soon.

My last step over the top really did feel like the last step, I had nothing else to give. I droped Molly's rig and flopped. Suzy came over and undid my vest, turned me over and pulled it off of me. Abby, Suz and Molly hurried to put away the stuff.

"Abby, did we miss much?," asked Suzy.

"Nope, all quiet here. I almost fell asleep. So how was it?"

We'll tell you all about it, help me drag Major to his pad, will you?"

- Thank you Renee!

PS: Follow Suzy, Molly, Abby and Mr. Toes on FB!

Friday, July 17, 2015


Is it true?!? Are nanners as sweet as they keep telling me? You get me a nanner and I won't pee on your couch. How's that?

- Thank you Kenneth!

PS: Kenneth says "Killarney, named after a favorite town in Ireland of ours. He is a young, handsome fellow, 6 months old. Our vet describes him as 'an awesome bunny'"

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Penny and Dougie

How, just how did they tell us apart?!? Anyway, I really like how the artist made use approving and disapproving space in the composition, do you Penny?

- Thank you Audrey!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Lily and Ziggy

Hoomin, hoomin, you really don't want that watermelon. 
Just hand it over and we'll take care of it for you. 

- Thank you Rayray!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


No, that was not enough. I demand another raspberry!
And we make it what? That's right, snappeh!

- Thank you Janelle! 

Monday, July 13, 2015


Nope, I don't think so, you have no  time for pictures now. You have to got, M*nd*y wants you! Tarpits want you! They're right outside the door,  yep, you have to go.
I'll stay in bed, how's that?

- Thank you Lauren!

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Mr. Bun update ...

Practicing my scary poses for the fall season.

Treats, there's never enough of these.

Easy, quiet week that we both liked. Hoomin found new pads on Amazon and we've been trying them for the past few days. So far they work very well. Again, these are intended for hoomins. We'll make a post about how we wrap them around a doggy bed to make a flat "pillow".

Today my hoomin petered out, I think. Didn't ever bother me with pictures and went for the archives instead. Oh well, time for that 3rd pot of something he calls "coffee".

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, July 11, 2015

The Disapprovers - Hoomin Alert!

"HOOMIN ALERT!," yelled Suzy,
"Hoomin on the move, second story, by the south window, heading three six zero, type unknown!"

Before Suzy's ears  picked up anything, her hind paws let her know what happened.

I panicked and started paddling back, trying to come out of the hole, thrashing a lot and sinking deeper. Molly tried to pull me up, but in my crazy panic I slid out of her paws like an eel.

I went in head first and tumbled into the freshly kicked up dust storm. Afraid to sneeze, I closed my eyes and put paws over my nose. I knew I would blow up the joint to bits if I let myself sneeze.

Upstairs, the rumble of hoomin shuffling about, grew louder. We froze and waited. Which way will it turn?

"Hoomin is a male, moving very slowly," undated Suzy.

If he turns right and heads for the bathroom, we might have a chance. Turning left would mean he's going to the kitchen and will see the unlocked door.  And we would be ... eh, let's not contemplate that.

Another update, "... hoomin's turning, heading zero niner zero."

He turned right, headed for the bathroom. We sighed with relief.

In the meantime, my nose was itching more and more. My eyes were trying to swim away in tears. Then my nose gave out. Right before it exploded, upstairs, the hoomin pulled the flush handle. My nose let out and kicked up another dust storm.

It felt like it's "half past get the hell out of here". I telescoped and stuck my head out above the floor level. Molly grabbed one paw and did her best to pull me up. My hind paws went into action trying to spring me out of there. At first they just dug into the soft dirt and tilled it. Molly grabbed my other paw and when I got a half decent bounce off the bottom she yanked me up over the edge.

In all this mayhem, my headlight fell off and was now laying on its side at the bottom, bleeding ghoulish, cold, light. I was out of breath and hoping my heart would stay in my chest for just a little bit longer. Molly turned her light off and hopped closer and tried to wipe off my nose. A good while passed before I could sit up.

Suzy stood  facing sideways, watching both us and the staircase.

Molly and I moved close to the hole and looked down. We were looking at a sliver of exposed concrete slab and a corner of an old board, decayed and rotting around the edges.

When Suzy came over, we looked at it in silence. Then without saying a word, we went to cover up the hole, slowly wedging removed floor board into its original place. We stretched the rug over it and as best we could, trying to leave the place as we found it.

No light was escaping from the hole and we bid our headlight a silent good bye.
We had to think of climbing back and time was running short. We hoped toward the stairs.

Under the floor board, a tiny, faint sneeze let out. And another.

Suzy stopped in her tracks and I almost run into her. She telescoped and listened. "What's going on??," I whispered.
"... probably nothing. Let's go"

- Thank you Renee!

PS: Follow Suzy, Molly, Abby and Mr. Toes on FB!

Friday, July 10, 2015

Princess and Racer

 Princes, we'll have to come up with SOMETHING, anything! ... or RG will think we're approving.

- Thank you Rabbit's Guy and the House of Rabbits!

Thursday, July 9, 2015


I love morning kisses small human, but I really must ask that you at least brush your hair (and teeth!) before you kiss my royal head.

- Thank you Jennifer!

PS: Folks, we're done it again and run out disapproval, you can send some our way, we'll keep it going :-) - Mr. Bun

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Tater Tot

.... ahhhh, but you were 4 minutes late with breakfast. You need to get a little lower, no, a little lower still, keep going, you're getting there ...

- Thank you Denise!

PS: Follow Peanut & Tater Tot Bunnies on FB

Tuesday, July 7, 2015


I've chinned everything here so I want to know what are YOU doing here?!?

... and that thing in your paw sure doesn't look like a carrotini mixer, does it?

- Thank you Chewy Bunnies!

PS: Follow Chewy Bunnies on FB!

Monday, July 6, 2015

Tinsel and Pedro

We liked our bath sooooo much we've built you a scale model of the Nom-Nom star cluster. It's a small cluster, only about 4 and 1/2 fart years across, but of particular interest to us is its main exoplanet, Raspberrus. Please note its 3 moons: Sallada, Bluberria and Dandelia.

- Thank you Gabrielle!

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Binky Free, Bunnykins

With great sadness, we found out that Bunnykins has departed for the Rainbow Bridge few M*nd*ys ago suffering sudden heart failure shortly before the weekend. His Mommy was out of town and unable to return until he had passed, but her roommate and family reported that he remained a grouchy disapprover until the very end. He is survived by Rosie (darker bunny behind him) and the roommate’s family’s original bunny, Link. He was nine years old. Bunnykins is remembered with much love, both by Mommy and the family he spent the last year of his life with.

- Marissa and family

Mr. Bun update ...

Don't like your kind around here. Never did, never will.

Another quiet week with predictable routine, humming along. Bum bafs, drying rituals with lot's of head rubs. That good rear foot of mine? Mostly haired over completely! Doing much, much better.

And last but not least, I'm back to bunstructing a lot. That new bundo I got a few weeks ago? - very tasty, especially at 3 in the morning ;-) Tell you what, best way to get a treat or a snack at that time of night is to do a little bunstructing. When I tear cardboard strips off the bundo's side, it sound like a drum. That gets him up. Guaranteed. Every time ;-)

- Mr. Bun