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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Adare



Well, well, well, hoomin. Were you trying to say something? Your mouf is on the floor. You know, my nanerini won't get here by itself!

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: Ken says, "From the Desert Warren hops Adare. All of Dublin’s litter are cuddle bunnies in training, some are further along than others. Let's say Adare
 is trying."

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Jax


The V.E.T. said so, I can haz double carrotinis!! He did, he did!

- Thank you, Victoria!

PS: Jax suffered a broken foot and recovered completely since then. He's doing well.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Tchotchke


Did you make that M*nd*y thing disappear? No? I'm not coming out until you do.

- Thank you, Emily!

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update


Greetings, Every Bunny!


That's how we can do dinner salaaaad since we came back home. Tonight we had kale, cilantro, parsley, red cabbage, and dill. The whole thing was topped off with raspberries, blueberries, a few bits of fresh apple and some digestive treats for croƻtons.

We have the entire house to ourselves since yesterday afternoon. Now we can run and binky as we please and when we have had enough of bun another, we can get away to whatever corner we like. We had no major regressions. Espresso, always the prankster, still likes to give chase when Charlie steps into his ever-changing, imaginary airspace. Other than that, we are getting along!

Charlie no longer has to be kept in a pen and is even getting chummy with Latte.

A couple more storms and we'll start a drum circle!

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Saturday, September 16, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Bun Fiction Update

Pancake and Molly returned to the office in the late afternoon. News from the Story Assembly Building was encouraging. The power was on, and the fallen trees and branches were moved aside for now. They would properly deal with those later. Most severe damages occurred to the psyches of everybun that went through the storm. For now, they needed to address a bigger problem of depleted and still leaking morale.
"Molly, let's see if we can finish that story we've been working on for ... How long has it been?" asked Pancake.
"Three weeks; I lost count." said Molly as she sat in a chair and started noming a dried carrot.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update - Back Home


Hello Everybun!

Here we are, Wednesday morning, getting ready to head home. We had a lot more room on the way back home. The drive took close to eight hours, but we did well. Our home was still without power. The good news is there was no damage to the house! We didn't even have water seeping into the bedrooms, so maybe that hoomin of ours did something right when patched up the cracking walls.

We got power in the house late Thursday afternoon.

Now we have a small room at our disposal since we are still sharing the house with a very pretty, little black feline. She and her hoomin are our guests until the power at their place gets restored.

The bonding we underwent during the trip stayed with us at least to some degree. Charlie does not have to be surrounded by a pen. There chases and lunges, yet we are about a parsec or two away from our pre-storm animosities.

As a side note, we are very low on disapproval, so if anybun could pitch in, that would be great :-)

- Espresso

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Mr. Beans and Friends

Woof?! Who do you think I am hoomin?? Unacceptable!

- Thank you, Kaitlen!

PS: Follow Mr. Beans on FB at Mr. Beans and Friends

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Carrot


Hoomin, how's my carrotini maker coming along?

- Thank you, Mackenzie!

PS: Carrot is a rescue! Thank you Mackenzie for giving bun a chance <3

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Espresso, Latte, and Charlie Update - The Refugees

Charlie enjoying her stretch.

Espresso, all energy and rambunctiousness.

Espresso, racing and chasing.

Latte enjoying her morning break.

Greetings, Everybun!

We settled into our new routine of living in a strange place. The first day and night were trying. We had regressed a bit the situation became tense. We are not used to spending so much time in a pen, so it grated on our nerves. We were scared the first night and thumped a lot until our hoomin turned on the light in the room and settled down to sleep on the floor next to us.

Next day we had a nice, long "stretch your legs" break and it did wonders for every bunny involved. After that, we started to get along splendidly and made it all work as share the small pen space. We nose to nose most of the time, like the prime crew that we are!

This morning we did tons of binkies, sampled a bit of the base board. But most of the time we just raced around the room as if the place was ours. Our pellets are nice and big, we eat and drink and have plenty of fresh greens.

We will spend another night with our host and will most likely head back home tomorrow. Hoomins are very worried about that part since there are wide spread power outages back home.

As long as we can gas up for the trip, we'll use the Prius "module" as a life boat to get a break from the heat and humidity ;-) Hopefully, we'll get through this.


- Espresso

Monday, September 11, 2017

Matisse


And now for something completely normal, "Hoomin, I don't know what you did, but you probably messed it up!"

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: We're cautiously optimistic that the worst is over. The area back home faired better than expected. Some folks lost power; some didn't. It's very likely we'll be heading back home tomorrow.
We'll keep you posted.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Binky Free, Mikey



It is with a heavy heart that we say goodbye dear Mikey. Friday night he had lost his battle with the infection.

We are keeping Gabrielle and Mikey in our thoughts and prayers.

Binky free, Mikey, Mr. Bun will keep an eye out for you.

- Espresso, Latte, and Charlie

Espresso Latte and Charlie Update - Thump Everything and Run!


Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
Somewhere in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere.


Fresh greens, some pellets and no privacy in our friend's house, thump!

Greetings, Every Bun!

We evacuated at the last minute, and we are safe to ride out the rest of the storm. We set out driving at about midnight on got our friend's house in NW Florida 9 AM EST. The hoomins put us in a clothes basket. At the bottom of it was a comfy pad wrapped in 4 pee pads. Our servant would take one out once we soiled it, so we stayed dry and fresh the whole drive.

The long drive was the longest bonding session we have ever had, and I think we are a proper, bonded, prime crew! We didn't have one fight or scuffle.

Espresso performed one EBA to inspect the back of the Prius, deemed it satisfactory and ingressed back into the command module.

We had a little bit of hay in the basket, and we all snacked on it a little.

We are now set up in a temporary station with breaks to run about and stretch our paws. We are getting along very well.

Now the plan is to ride it out and see what happens next. The house in St. Pete is as border up as it could be and we will find out if any of those home improvement projects were worth a thump. It would be fantastic if the roof stayed on and everything else would be gravy.

We are counting out blessing, chillaxing and getting some rest.

We'll keep you posted.

- Espresso

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Bun Fiction Update


Bunstronauts on orbit at the Cleo Weather Observatory looking over Irma. (NASA photo in the background). We're taking care of business with Irma here and will fill you in all the stuff when conditions improve and allow. Expect some LOS (Loss of Signal) in the next day or two. We'll get through this, safe and sound, we promise you.

- Espresso, Pancake and the rest of the crew, immediate and extended.

PS: Thank you Ken for the idea of evacuating to orbit for the storm, LOL. The two observers definitely have the best view of the situation.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Belinda, the Spokesbun at Small Pet Select


Yes, hoomin. When I have to, I disapprove as well, somebunny has to.

- Thank you, Belinda and her hoomin assistant, Jessica!

PS: We have a soft spot for Small Pet Select since their hay is the only one Mr. Bun would eat. He managed to nom through a couple of big boxes of the good stuff. He had a bum leg, but his belleh remained healthy to the end.

The announcement about Belinda is here, and Jessica says she'll make sure Belinda will get her messages through support@smallpetselect.zendesk.com.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Cross your paws for Mikey


I'm working on it, hoomin, I'm working on it.
Mikey got an unexpected visit to the emergency vet. I was running a very high fever, and the V.E.T. found the source of the infection - and cut behind his front molars.

He's on antibiotics and critical care.

We're keeping our paws crossed for him and Gabrielle.

- Espresso

Rubi and Kooma

 

What do you mean there's no backyard break today...or the next day???

- Thank you, Isandra!

PS: On Wednesday we remember that Isandra and her warren live right in the path of Irma. They still had power around 11 AM EST but were expecting "Loss Of Signal" at any time. We're keeping them in our thoughts, and we're keeping our paws crossed for all the critters (lagomorph and otherwise) facing this monster.

Radar image captured at about 11:30 PM EST on 6th of Sept.


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Irma Update and Bunn Supply Evacuation Checklist



Update: 
Adding 2 items to the checklist: Pet Rescue Remedy and  litter box, along with whatever you use as litter.
 
Bunn people are the best!  One of our friends, Shana Abe, send us a supply checklist if we need to run:

  1. Hay
  2. Food pellets
  3. Drinkable water
  4. Bowls for food and water
  5. Any meds the buns require plus applicators
  6. Lots of fresh, clean towels or blankets
    1.     (you will need to replace them as the buns pee on them)
  7. Favorite toys
  8. Treats
  9. Carriers
    1.     and, if there is room, cages or Xpens in case there is no rabbit-friendly area where you end up, and you don't want them spending days and days inside their carriers. 
  10.  Pet Rescue Remedy
  11.  Litter box, along with whatever you use as litter
I would make sure to bring more hay, food, and water than you think you'll need, just in case.

Also trash bags (for storing the dirty blankets/towels) and paper towels, which are just generally useful.


Simply having a checklist like this helps a lot.

So far we are preparing to ride it out. If we have to run, we will. We'll know more, and we'll keep you posted.



- Thank you, Shana!

PS: Latest track:

6th of Sept., around midnight. The track looks a bit better for us in Tampa Bay. Trouble is, at 8 PM on Sunday it's still supposed to be Category 4 system.



11 AM on the 6th of Sept.

5 AM on the 6th of Sept.


11 PM on the 5 of Sept.

Mango and Finn



Top of the morning to you, hoomin. Now, would you please get on with it and top off the the salaaaaad?

- Thank you, Rondi!

PS: Follow Mango and Finn on their FB page at https://www.facebook.com/mangoandfinn/

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Pipkin


What do you mean you can't M*nd*y on a Tuesday, hoomin? You're going to tar pit today just fine, and you're going to bring me a big salaaaaad, and you're going to like it!

- Thank you, Chris!

Monday, September 4, 2017

Hoppy Labor Day Every Bunny!

No, you go and work today.

Here, I salute you, hoomin! With one ear. Now, go pack, Irmas's coming, Irma's coming, he he he!
Greetings Every Bunny!

Hope every bun has a nice  Labor Day. We're sorry if the M*nd*y got you today, but at least if your burrow is dry and comfy, be glad!

- Latter, Espresso and Charlie


Sunday, September 3, 2017

Charlie, Espresso and Latte Update


Chilling after the baf tub ride
I'm TRYING to chill after baf tub ride. My ears are still shaking.


Greetings, Everybun!

Today we had the longest training run as the prime crew - we rode baf tub and the clothes basket. We did well. Hoomins are much relieved since they think this would make it easier for every bun to evacuate.

Our dude hoomin is getting spastic watching Houston and now Irma.


Image from NOAA, the 11 AM update on 2017-09-03

Irma is still far away, but he's trying to figure out what to get for us if we have to run. Both hoomins are plotting where to run to, what to pack and that fun stuff.

At the moment we think that if Irma lands on the East coast of Florida, we may stick around and ride it out. Ahhh, the hoomin is such a dreamer. Right now he's trying to make peace with the thought of having to run, so it won't be such a shock if it comes to that.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

UPDATE: Here's the link from Jen ( https://www.ventusky.com/?p=20.7;-56.0;3&l=wind)

Saturday, September 2, 2017

X-Plus Bun - The Improbabilistic Sim

The mockup resembled the head of a beast. It looked like a giant fish head rather than a spacecraft. What had happened to the rest of this fish? I moved forward, partly with apprehension, partly with confidence. I followed Abby as she marched in front of me. I gave the giant fish head credit for my anxiety and Abby for all of my false sense of security. I asked myself, "How did we end up in this mess?" It was my friend at the Department of Theoretical Archeo-Engineering that had talked me into volunteering for this experiment. Part of me felt like I've seen all of this before, and part of me couldn't quite figure out which way was up and which was east or west.
Mr. Toes climbing to his station
The simulator had an elongated nose, rounded off, not very sharp, but not blunt either. At the very top of this "head" was the flight deck with several windows, two of which almost focused forward, so the mockup appeared to be staring at us all the time. My confusion grew since the object seemed to me both familiar and strange. Abby stopped in place, and I almost tumbled over her. She was looking at the ... face of that ... three-story-high creature.
For a moment, I regretted my decision to go along with this experiment, yet I was certain I wouldn't be able to get out of it now. When my friend had asked me for help, I thought nothing of it. What would be the worst that could happen? I would probably kill a couple of weekends reading some very important papers, and that would be it. I learned later that the engineers and students from the Aerospace Cathedral were involved too, almost on a dare. They were just morbidly curious to see if they could build what the historians contrived.
The historians wondered, quite seriously, if certain types of mythical creatures could develop space-faring capabilities. With the help of several departments, they had constructed the speculative prototype staring us in the face. I stood there for a moment, gaping at the awkward contraption, while Abby resumed marching toward it.
We ingressed through a round opening on the port side of the simulator into something of a spacious room. I guess it could serve as the crew quarters or a storage space. I could see how this could be used for scientific experiments and such. I'll never forget my first day at that sim and the time I saw how the historians and engineers designed the bathroom. Maybe they were running low on funding, or maybe somebun was a real comedian. We may never know. The space latrine was built into a tall locker. When I looked inside, I saw a pretty standard space litter bin. The only trouble was that it was designed to accommodate pellets the size of my head. That gave me pause. Were those mythical spacefarers at least partially modeled on horses? Somebun seemed full of it indeed.
Abby climbing to commander's station
Close to the aft bulkhead of this room were two aluminum ladders, one on each side of the room, leading up to the flight deck on the second level. Space was tight, and moving through the opening to the deck was awkward. I had gotten better at it over time, but I had not learned to be graceful.
Abby was already strapped into the commander's seat, checklist in paw, starting about her routine. I tried to pick up my pace and ended up knocking my head on the seat, or maybe on the overhead switch panels. It never failed—the faster I tried to move, the slower I went. Eventually, I found myself sitting in the pilot's seat, strapped in, with the headset on.
We would try to go through the normal approach and landing profile. This strange bird required about thirty degrees of nose down pitch attitude during the approach. That's pretty darn steep! It had no engine, so it could only glide. Well, it glided about as well as a frying pan.
When it was Abby's turn to fly, my job was pretty simple. Run the checklists, throw a few switches, arm the landing gear deployment, drop the wheels, and then arm and deploy the drag chute once we were on the ground. I would watch and monitor other flight parameters and talk to the controllers, but that was pretty much it. My job was to make Abby look good, so it was like a day off at home.
Mr. Toes in the pilot's seat
The sim supervisor started the session, and all was going well. I just never got used to how the simple things were done here. To lower the landing gear, I had to first arm the system by punching in a numeric code on a keypad, and then I had to enter another command to do the actual landing gear extension. It was a real head scratcher. We were doing fine, and Abby kept the vehicle on the glide slope in a right descending turn. She rolled out from the turn exactly on the extended centerline of the long runway. It was quite unnerving to watch us diving for the ground. How many hours of practice would it take to get used to this perspective?
Abby had called for the gear extension, and I hit the "execute" button on the keypad. Nothing happened. I punched in "4", then "2", then the "execute" key again. Same thing—nothing happened, and we had no landing gear. But Abby didn't skip a beat. She did a few gentle "S" turns to bleed off some of the extra energy we carried. Even though this was a sim, my noggin forgot all about it and thought it was the real thing. I started to feel uneasy.
I armed the drogue parachute for deployment and waited. We were coming in hot, and we floated quite a bit down the runway before the belly of the craft made contact with the tarmac. The second that happened, I dumped the chute, but it failed to deploy. We had no chute to slow us down. Abby did her best to control the craft with the rudder for as long as possible. Eventually, we would grind to a halt, even if we had to take out some shrubs and palmetto bushes past the end of the runway.
But we kept on going without slowing down one bit. I saw the markers by the side of the runway showing how much of it was left as we whizzed by them at an alarming speed. Instinctively, my feet tried to hit the brakes, but of course, there were none. The end of the runway approached, and we went past it and into the rough terrain. We kept on going.
Mock switch panel on Mr. Toes side Mr. Toes, reflecting in the PFD
That's when things turned scary. Instead of a rough ground in front of us, I began to see a dark blue horizon, hazy and far away from us, as if we were looking at the sea. Suddenly, the ground ended, and we flew off a cliff. The craft pitched nose-down again, and I was staring at a dark, misty beach by a raging ocean below. My paws started to tingle, and the fur all over my body bristled. My front paws froze in cold cramps, and my body lifted off the seat. I felt the pressure of the safety harness holding me in place. The white caps on the waves below grew rapidly. My gut felt sick, and goosebumps were crawling up and down my stiff neck. The impact was here.
I jumped. I jumped, and I then was sitting on my pad, panting. Outside, the bright sun was in full command of the day. It was a while before I felt my heart rate return to normal. I tried to wipe my mouf. My hind paws felt so wobbly that I thought I would topple over. I heard Abby gallop into the room.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"I hope so. I dreamed about that sim of hoomin spacecraft again," I said.
Abby sat up, distraught. My nightmares about the hoomins were starting to get to her.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Peaches


Oh, you know, bunny but Friday, the long weekend, so "Here's not looking at you, kid!"

- Thank you, Monica!

PS: Follow Peaches on her FB page at https://www.facebook.com/peachesyoknis/