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Thursday, June 30, 2016


Mom, I don't hate it, but I don't love it; can you take it off now? Thanks, Jake.

- Thank you, Melissa!

Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Where's my summer carrotini goblet? And you need to bow a little lower, no, lower than that, not even close, try again!

- Thank you, Mellissa!

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Tuesday, June 28, 2016


Yes, hoomin, I am keeping a score. If you want a snorgle next time, go to the vet yourself!

- Thank you, Gabrielle!

Monday, June 27, 2016


Oh, come on! Move the plate closer, you hear! And put some decent carrots on it, it's M*nd*y for bunn's sake!

- Thank you, Rachel!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Mr. Bun Update

Greetings, Everybun!

I've made it home just fine and did well at the vet spa. I got an ear flush, trim, and a bum-baf. When the vet called with my progress report, we got all good marks.

Hoomin packed all sorts of goodies and supplies for my stay, like the set of four salads. That always makes the vet staff jealous ;-) Well, they just have to get themselves better hoomins then, don't they?

Hoomin and I are taking it easy today. He says that's his first, real day off in a couple of weeks. There shall be a lot of snurgles, naps, and treats!

We'll keep you posted.

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, June 25, 2016

The Disapprovers - The Bust, pt. 3

Last Week on the Disapprovers: The team commences the rescue itself. They suffer their first mission casualty when Frankie falls ill and dies while trying to release his first survivor of the lab.
For some unfathomable reason, I remembered that I had to go on. I sensed that the world around me wanted to go on. Why should it, when Frankie's world, at least in the form I knew it, had ceased to exist?
Some bunn's yelling got me out of neutral. It wasn't one of our crew, yet it sounded familiar. In the cage over, there was a little white bunn, staring me down with impatience.
Bruno Mr. Toes & Abby
"Hurry up, will you?" it yelled again. I got the harness and hopped over. "Just toss it over!"
I obeyed and threw the harness up. The bunn unclipped the carabiner and the harness and dropped them. Sammy and Quinn were looking at me, then at the bunn, in amazement. "Sammy, why don't you go and help Pancake? She's by herself now," I suggested, and Sammy sped off.
The bunn in the cage was busy with the rope. It tied a loop and fed the rope over one of the frame wires. It put one foot in the loop and holding on to the rope, lowered itself to the ground. When it got down, it only asked, "Which way is it, again?" I pointed toward the port. The bunn wheeled about and hopped off, limping. That's when I noticed that a big patch of fur on its back was shaved off.
Lincoln Molly & Bruno
Blood was beading up where something's been stuck into it until recently. I looked up at the cage again. Whatever it was that this little guy or gal had been hooked up to, laid torn out on the wire floor. Then it hit me. Suzy, this bunn reminded me of Suzy!
"Right, then; Quinn, let's get the next one," I said slowly as I pulled the rope down and fixed my poor, little harness setup. The next bunn was just as eager to get out. When Quinn hooked up the line, the bunn didn't wait for anything but grabbed the harness, put its foot in it, and swung out into the open air, almost free-falling to the ground. I barely had a chance to grab and put resistance on the rope.
Molly Quinn
Quinn and I moved on to the next cage, and I was starting to feel a little better, at least about the task at hand. Then, I did a little bit of math. Overall, we were making a very slow progress, and I sincerely wondered what would happen if we had to leave before every bunn was safely evacuated? Do we stay with them, here, in solidarity or quip on our way out, "Sorry lads, better luck next time, too bad you're all done for"?
Our next bunn needed some serious help getting into the harness and Quinn worked its tail off getting it secured. I heard one of the sliding glass doors open, and I froze. It was Bruno, once again. He wandered off the workstation island. "Um, guys, you need to see this!" I heard Bruno on the radio. "I'm on it!" responded Pancake from the far end of the room. She was the closest to him.
Quinn and I worked on getting our survivor to the ground. Zeus and Izzy had to help to get it on the rolling board.
Mr. Toes Pancake
"Oh, we're in so much trouble!" we heard Pancake. "Work the next one; I'll check it out," said Zeus as he headed toward Pancake. "Come on, Quinn" I mumbled, and we moved on. "We better pick up the pace," radioed Zeus, sounding incredibly somber. "We have about fourteen more rescues here."
For a while, that failed to register with me. I couldn't recall us making any contingency plans for the impossible, so this couldn't be real. I hopped over to the next cage. This one was ready to jump out as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Bruno speeding by like a madbunn, his giant darter bouncing up and down his back. Zeus and Freddie whizzed by next. I heard another swish of the sliding doors opening. None of that made any sense. Oh well, I kept working on the rescue, looking up at the bunn in the cage with Quinn. Then, Quinn froze, staring at something far to my left. I turned my head to look.
Mr. Toes
A big, hairless ape was standing at the door. It looked sleepy, dazed, and confused, and it wore a ragged, gray sweatsuit. The whole mess was topped off with an old, black, knitted cap that was almost pulled down over its eyes. It was holding something in one of its hands, with thin wires going from it to where its ears ought to be. It was a hoomin or our sysadmin. With a befuddled look on his gob, he was blaming the liquids from last night for what he was seeing. He thought it had to be his alcohol-contaminated bloodstream because there was no logical explanation for a cat pointing three barrels at him.
"If he moves, take him!" said Zeus. "We have him, too. We can get him from the air vent!" radioed Freddie.

Friday, June 24, 2016


Are you jealous? You should be!

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: Ken says, "Spirit wants to show off his beautiful Bun Wife, Bubbles. She enjoys a more on the go lifestyle and her nickname, “ Miss adventure “ , is accurate. Bubbles is also a rescue bunny from Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue, they are good bunny people."

Thursday, June 23, 2016


 Come on, say something already. Did you see anything last night?

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: A Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue bunny, Spirit enjoys his bun wife Bubbles and the good life to be had in the Desert Warren.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016


A bit late, but we'd like to share Camilla's post on our FB page from this past Sunday:

"Happy Fathers Day to all the dads who own furry bum bunnies. ❤️Camilla bun"

- Thank you, Mellissa!

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Monday, June 20, 2016


...somebunny stole my ears. That s outrageous.

- Thank you, Elisa!

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Mr. Bun Updae


Greetings, Everybunn!

Can't wait to go back home tomorrow. This what we did last week - napped and snorgled, prepared salads (this one was very yammeh!) and then we snorgled some more.

Yes, a blue plate special of Salata Inifinita, all week long and all I can nom buffet.

What's in the Salata? Well, baby-greens, arugula, a bit of red cabbage, dill, parsley, carrot shavings, broccoli, raspberry and SARx snacks mixed with nanner.

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, June 18, 2016

The Disapprovers - The Bust, pt. 2

Last Week on the Disapprovers: The team commences the rescue itself. They suffer their first mission casualty when Frankie falls ill and dies while trying to release his first survivor of the lab.
The room had a very simple layout. To the left of our closet was a set of sliding glass doors. Across the room was another set of matching doors. Right in front of us, in the middle of the room, was an island of medical workstations. Critter cages were stacked against the walls to our left and right, running the length of the rectangular room. Some were doubled, one on top of the other, some sat on cabinets with drawers and doors. I saw no critters in the ones sitting on the floor. Every rescue would need a climb.
Bruno Sammy & Quinn
Fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling; most of them were turned off. Far to our left, on the other side of the door, was a set of tall cabinets, almost reaching to the ceiling. At the far end of the room, similar cabinets were installed on both sides of the doors.
Abby and I went left, Molly and Pancake went right. Abby went down the line of cages and, with her paws next to her mouf, started alerting the critters to our intentions: "Listen up, everybunn! We're here to take you to safety. We need you to help us. If you can, open your cages and help us get you down from there!" Pancake did the same on the other side of the room. Meanwhile, Bruno took a walk along the perimeter of the room and sniffed for anything out of the ordinary.
Some of the critters perked up a bit. I took a deep breath and hopped forward, looking for the two, relatively new ratties that we were hoping would help us and noticed some lively cage rattling to my left. I skipped over fast and when I got near both of them; they opened their cages. They stared at me in incredulity. I telescoped and stretched as high as I could, "We need your help to get the others out, how about that?" I asked, point blank. One of them nodded and quickly got out and came down to the ground. I extended my paws and introduced myself, "I'm Mr. Toes, pleased to meet you, please pardon the glove!" "I'm Quinn," said the rattie as he shook my paw. Quinn turned toward his friend, still up in the cage, and yelled: "Come on, Sammy; it's OK!" Sammy came out of his cage. We shook paws.
At the same time, Molly and Pancake were looking for a couple of new bunnehs for the lab, and we also hoped they would join us. They found them after a while, at the end of the row of cages. Zeus and Lincoln climbed to the top of the cages and opened them. Frankie and Freddie rolled out a couple of our old boards from the artery exploration days and had them ready to be used as gurneys.
Mr. Toes & Abby Molly
I noticed, a couple of cages down, a big and very alert bunn, nervously moving about the cage. There was something odd about its movements, though. It knew something was going on but didn't know where. Somehow, my gut understood what was happening, and I quickly clobbered my noggin with it. The bunn was blind. "Let's get this one first," I said to my new friends. "Frankie, can you get one of the boards here?" I radioed. "On my way!" responded Frankie. I got the harness and carabiner ready, and when Frankie arrived, I asked him to show the ropes to Sammy and Quinn, yeah, pun and all.
Frankie led the way and got to the top of the cage; Quinn and Sammy followed. He showed them how and where to hook up the carabiner, then got into the cage and began getting the harness ready. They were trying to get the harness around the bunn and were struggling because the bunn couldn't quite comprehend what was going on.
I tried to relax as much as I could to keep the anxiety from blinding me. I saw glimpses of Bruno, slowly patrolling the perimeter, the Panzer-Darter snugly secured to his side. On the side opposite of me, Molly got the first bunn out of the cage. I tried to pay attention to my breath, but that made me notice the nauseating smell of this place even more.
Pancake Molly
Next, I heard Sammy call from above, "Hey, Mister, your friend here, he's not doing so well!" "Yeah, I know, the poor feller is blind, is he still giving you trouble?" "No, I'm not talking about the bunn, the ratty, Frankie, that's his name, right?" said Sammy. As I kept staring up at him, my neck froze. "Zeus, Freddie, can you get here?" I radioed and started to free-climb the cage and got up there in a split second. Frankie was resting on the wire bottom of the cage, snuggled against the side of the white bunn he was trying to rescue. The survivor was licking the top of Frankie's head. Frankie recognized me when I got next to him and smiled. He reached for my paw and grabbed it. His paw felt cold and clammy. I squeezed it hard. "It's OK, Major, it's going to be OK," whispered Frankie. "Zeus, you'd better hurry up!" I yelled into the radio, my voice breaking. Zeus and Freddie were already up the side of the cage and climbed inside the second my transmission ended. Freddie had a look of panic on his mouf; his jaw was clenched. All he could do was snuggle with Frankie. Frankie smiled, the biggest smile I ever saw on him. Frankie closed his eyes and exhaled for the last time.
The white bunn sat up at attention. Everybunn gathered at the bottom of the cage. They were all silent. Bruno slowly got up and scaled the side of the cage. Got up high enough to stick his big, fuzzy head inside. With his mouf, he slowly took a hold of Frankie's vest and picked him up. Zeus and Freddie climbed out and took grips on Bruno. Bruno took his time climbing down. When they were on the ground, they put Frankie on the roll board. Everybunn said their goodbyes to Frankie, at least for the time being. Zeus said in a quiet voice, "We'll be right back." Then, he and Freddie rolled the board with Frankie toward the port.
Frankie Mr. Toes
In the cage, the bunn got up and tried to hold still, visibly shaking, barely able to hold up his own weight. Sammy and Quinn got the harness around him. "What's your name?" I asked the bunn. "Name? I... I don't know; no bunn ever gave me a name." "Would you like one? How about 'Bob', for now, of course. You can have whatever name you like later." I suggested after a pause. "I'm Mr. Toes, Bob. Happy to meet you!" I said to him. He nodded and said, "Nice to meet you too, Mister."
I got out of the cage and got the harness line secured. "Bob" slowly inched forward and out into the air, leaving the false security of the cage's wire bottom. I lowered him and got him on the rolling board. Izzy took over and rolled him to the port and escorted him to the temporary shelter in Singularia.

Friday, June 17, 2016


I told it, "Get your own greens!" It didn't listen. It kept looking at my greens.

- Thank you, Audrey!

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Tuesday, June 14, 2016


How..., about ..., a nanner lily pond, right here! What say you?

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: Ken says, "Matisse hoped by to say hi and munch a carrot or two. For a big fellow, he can move fast when he wants to. In this picture, he is planning his next sprint."

Monday, June 13, 2016

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Mr. Bun Update

Greetings, Everybunn!

Hoomin said I'm getting four days at the vet spa this week. Neither of us is too hoppy about that. Sigh. He's been trying to make up for it since yesterday. He keeps snorgling me like there's no tomorrow. What the bunn? He said he can't help it. So, while I'm there, I'm supposed to get a checkup and a nail trim. Darn!

In the meantime, he's preparing posts for next week, so if it's been a while or if we never hosted your bunn on the blog, we would love to hear from you!

- Mr. Bun

PS: Drop us a line at disapprovingBun@gmail.com or on our FB page :-)

Saturday, June 11, 2016

The Disapprovers - The Bust, pt. 1

Last Week on the Disapprovers: The team makes last minute preparations for the bust. They stock supplies, practice retrieving critters from cages and hope to catch up on sleep. Suddenly, their plans change, and they are forced to commence the bust sooner than expected.
When I started to wake up, I knew it was Molly who poked me in the side. I heard the words she was saying; I understood them, yet nothing made sense to me. She wants me to suit up for what? And where exactly are we going? It can't be the lab because we're not going in for a couple more nights. My eyes burned with protest. "What do you mean? What happened?" I mumbled. I started to get a hunch about the origins of this ruckus; I just didn't feel like believing my intuition. "Get your stuff, Major, and head for the basement. Zeus will explain everything" added Molly. "Oh, he better," I thought.
Abby & Mr. Toes Freddie & Frankie
We were all groggy, but adrenaline was kicking in, making us a bit jittery. Zeus was busy with equipment, so Molly gave the speech. "The bust is taking place tonight. We intercepted communication saying the lab was about to be liquidated. We think the doctor got wind of the upcoming raid by the feds. Frankie and Freddie are trying to alert our federal frenemies to the new development and are preparing for the release of information to the press. They are also trying to get hold of the sysadmin." Molly finished and tried to rub off, with both paws, the sleepiness on her face. Zeus turned to us and said, "We just can't wait. Freddie and Frankie will go into the sysadmin office to take down the security system. We need to give them a minute. I got my friend to help us, as well. You never met him, but he's a very nice guy. We have no choice and are very short-pawed. We'll meet him in the wreck, by Singularia. Any questions? Cuss now or forever hold your peace." No bunn slurred a word.
After the longest few seconds of silence, Zeus and Izzy climbed into the pot belly stove and pulled in our packs and supplies, which were strung on a line. We helped them by lifting the packs and feeding them into the stove. We heard the frantic ratties' footsteps on the stairs. Freddie and Frankie were rushing to follow us. As they approached the stove, Frankie yelled that they couldn't get hold of the admin and got into the stove.
Molly Freddie
Freddie and Frankie went on to the sysadmin's office at the lab; we got out of Singularia at the wreckage. Along with supplies, there was a large pile of something, covered with a tarp. I lifted a corner of it to have a look. I saw toys, plush animals, a whole bundle of them in a nylon net. "Zeus, is this ours?" I asked. "Yeah" replied Zeus, as he marched toward Singularia and said, "I'll be right back," then crawled into it and disappeared. As soon as he vanished, two little, ratty moufs started to poke out from Singularia. One of them was Zeus, but we didn't recognize the other. They climbed out, and Zeus said, "Everybunny, this my friend, Lincoln! He will be helping us with the evacuation. Mostly, he will shadow me."
I knew I could trust Zeus, and if he said this guy was OK, he probably was, but I still felt apprehensive about it. Then again, what choice did we have? We needed every paw we could get. My doubts must have done something to my face, because Abby ribbed me and gave me a serious "Cut it out!" look. I sighed. I always say she's a better bunn than me.
Lincoln Molly
We kept waiting for the "all clear" sign from Freddie and Frankie. I was still trying to wake up. The dim, overhead glow of the Singularia "tissue" did not help; as part of me wanted to nod off. The wait dragged on, so I just stretched out on the ground and rested my eyes. The dirt smelled musty and felt damp and cool. I wished it was a patch of summer grass, warm from the sun, succulent and fresh smelling, with insects buzzing overhead. I thought I was there, and the buzzing seemed so real. I thought a bee tried to land on my ear, and I kept flicking my ear to shoosh it away. It wouldn't go away, and it was now pecking at my ear. I woke up, and there was Abby, whispering, "It's time to go, come on!" Right, I would have to do this waking up thing all over again. This time, my body came back to reality much faster. Anxiety flooded my cells. Who needs kofey when you're on an adventure like ours?
We crowded back into Singularia and came out in the supplies closet at the lab without any trouble. Frankie and Freddie were there already. Once they were done in the sysadmin's office, they unscrewed the covers of the air conditioning duct and moved through it to the main room in the lab.
Mr. Toes & Abby Pancake
The first thing that hit me was the smell of a rancid mop and cleaning chemicals, a sickening combination of rot and soap. The closet was completely dark; we could only see a vertical sliver of dim light coming through the tiny gap between the door and the doorframe. Abby pushed on the door. It was locked. We all pushed on the door. It didn't budge. Abby remembered to turn her headlight on and looked up at the door handle. We pulled out some rope, tied a loop and tossed it over the handle. "Zeus, it's all yours," said Molly. Zeus climbed the rope, twisted the little locking knob, and secured the rope around the handle so we could pull on it. We pulled on the rope, and once we heard the lock release, we pushed on the door. It swung open, and we were in.
Mr. Toes
I remember talk of being able to smell the fear, and now I knew it was real. I was afraid I would breathe it in. Not that I could do anything about it. The feeling in my belleh warned me too late to ward it off; I just had to live with it. I was the last one getting out of the closet. Abby lead the way, and we slowly hopped toward the middle of the room. The dim light made the place look less jarring that I expected, but even more frightening as not every bunn was illuminated well. I was afraid of discovering horrors only when I was very close to a cage. The smell of ozone and denatured alcohol permeated the place. To keep the scene from overwhelming me I had to focus on the process, the minutia of every little step that was my responsibility.