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Monday, May 21, 2018


Keys? What keys? No, of course I wouldn't go to the market by myself!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Shimmer,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 8 lbs
BREED: Flemish Giant Mix
COLOR:  Chinchilla

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Sunday, May 20, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 24

We wasted no time wondering why there was no bun waiting for us. Molly opened the cover to a service tunnel, crawled in and yelled, "Let's go to the Snappeh Thistle!" No bun questioned her. We were glad to have some plan to grab onto, no matter how silly. There it was, our idea for the first meal, a beverage, and a place to visit - a cheap space bar at a repair station. The medics, doctors, and bureaucrats would have to wait a little longer to get their grubby paws on us.
Looking into the kitchen
We moved through the tunnel with ease, floating along and making minimal contact with the paw rails. The iris locks sensed our advancement and opened up early enough so that we didn't have to slow down at all. Soon, we arrived at the junction connecting the tunnel to the bar. We took that turn, and shortly after, Molly was staring into the kitchen of the pub.
One by one, we egressed the tunnel, and we spooked Mick, the bar-bun. He spilled a big, dark-red blob of fluid that now drifted toward an air filter. He was too surprised to be upset as he gaped at us and lost track of his spilled beverage. Abby grabbed a cleanup hose and vacuumed up most of the blob. She handed the hose to the bar-bun and said, "Hi Mick, sorry about that; here you go; we'll seat ourselves."
Mick the bar-bun, study Mick, study
We worked our way through the kitchen very carefully. The pub was mostly deserted except for three other buns. We swooped to one of the serving stations. Determined to hold the dispensary to the last bar credit, we took up offensively defensive positions around it. Mick floated up to take our order and looked at us with squinty eyes, "Wait a minute, Toes, aren't you one of the crews that flew through that cloud of cadmium-chrono-chromium debris?" He pointed at the screen where, in fact, the news of the explosion was front and center. There were a lot more ships affected by this than I had first imagined, and the Regional Center had a difficult time coping with the catastrophe. Perhaps, that explained some of the chaos and why no bun had shown up to receive us after our docking. We nodded, and Mick disappeared in a hurry. Shortly after, the treat sampler arrived on a conveyor, and the beverages followed. Then, more food arrived. Had he mixed up our order with some bun else's? When Mick returned, he announced it was all on the house, and he was very glad to see us. "At least you've made it, not like those sorry sods," he said as he motioned with his head to the other three buns. "Did you lose anybun?" he asked. "No, we all came through," answered Ava.
I took a sip of my carrotini, and it kicked me in the gut. I think it tried to burn a hole through me. It felt good. Then, I looked at the three buns by the other dispensary, and I got chills. Two of them were students, and one was a junior instructor. The instructor was tethered to a paw rail and was out cold. His mouf was open, and his tongue was sticking out. He was floating blissfully, head down relative to the students. The students looked very frazzled and were already three sheets to the solar wind. "Where is the senior instructor?" I asked Mick, because those crews were required to have two instructors. "Not everybunny was as lucky as you were," replied the bar-bun. I gulped down another beverage. I watched as one of the students passed out.
Mick, study
I knew the emergency techs and medics would find us sooner rather than later. Misery and boredom would follow. Sure enough, as I put away my third drink, the medics and security otters filed in. "It's them, over there!" Joey belched and pointed at the three hapless buns. The otters fell for it at first but returned quickly. Well, we stuffed as many treats into our pockets as we could, and we surrendered.
The doctors and nurses worked us over very well. They were most unhappy about our diversion to the bar. We were such beautiful specimens, and now we had spoiled everything. To make matters worse, we didn't feel like playing the submissive sufferers they expected us to be. I told the docs they should be happy they got our diapers. We were tired; very tired. Unfortunately, out heads cleared way too soon; that soured out moods even more, and by then, Joey was ready to start punching out headlights. We knew that the debriefings would go on for a long time, but we were done for the day. Pancake demanded our immediate release. Once we could go to our rooms, we elected to stay together for the night, and we piled into a pod that was way too small but cozy with a nice view.
Mick and the unfortunates
I can't explain what happened next. Maybe we had reached our breaking points. Maybe we missed the woods. Joey wanted to use the litter bin, but there was only one in the pod, and Ava was already using it. Suddenly, he threw her out and tried to pull himself into the compartment. Ava would have none of that, and she smacked him. As she did that, she nicked Molly in the nose. That got Pancake upset, and she started scraping and biting. White fur floated everywhere; it was mayhem. We tried to mark our territory, and the urine droplets floated in every direction. As we peed more and more, the build-up of ammonia in the air triggered the environmental alarm. It went from amber to red, and the buzzer sounded.
Mr. Toes
Then just as suddenly as it started, the brawl came to a halt. It was the alarm that brought us back to sanity. We froze, stupefied by what happened. A bunch of very distraught orderlies showed up, bent on using force if necessary. Joey told them to back off and give us some space to calm down. His look and demeanor suggested he was about to make you eat a stogie and make you blow smoke circles out your keister. Pancake talked down everybunny and got us a new pod, a little bigger, with better facilities. The orderlies backed off and returned later with some herbal beverages to help our nerves. We accepted them. Once we got cleaned up and ready for sleep, Penny turned down the temperature almost to zero. I snuggled into the sleeping pouch and watched the outside view. As the herbs kicked in, I realized how much I missed Hopmeric. The freezing air felt good. It didn't smell like the woods in winter, but it was close enough. It soothed my primordial spirit for now.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Espresso, Charlie and Gus Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Gus is adjusting very well. No one showed looking for the poor guy, so it seems like he is staying with us. Gus recovered from his operation very well. The interesting thing is, he uses the litter bin like a pro. No more puddles of pee everywhere and no more pellets scattered all over the place. Charlie and I lost interest in marking our territories as well, so I guess we all piped down a bit.

Next Friday Charlie and I are going to the V.E.T. for a checkup and nail trim. We are expecting a routine, boring visit.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Friday, May 18, 2018

Bowie and Milo

Oh for bun's sake, what happened? Where are the treats for the weekend? Why is the ape still here?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Bowie and Milo,

BORN:  2016
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: Satin mixes
COLOR: White & Gray/Black
GENDER:  Neutered Males
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Thursday, May 17, 2018


 That's not a bribe, that's an insult, you silly ape!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Tivoli,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 6 lbs
BREED: New Zealand White
COLOR: White

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Wednesday, May 16, 2018


 It's a what day? No no, it's "I didn't make the saaaaald big enough" day for you, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Chianti,

BORN: 2014
WEIGHT: 6 lbs
BREED: New Zealand
GENDER: Spayed Female

NOTES: Came from a breeder in Indiana. One of 400 rabbits rescued from hording situation. Is very sweet and curious. A little nervous about being picked up. Does great if you get down to her level. Likes to dig. Loves treats. Would do well as a bond. Needs lots of love and attention. Will need help with little box.

 The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Pancake and Flapjack

 Maybe we saw something, maybe we didn't.  Carrot remember now.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Pancake and Flapjack,

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mixes
COLOR: White/Brown
GENDER: Spayed Female/Neutered Male - BONDED PAIR!

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Monday, May 14, 2018


Nope, no sir, not coming out today. See me tomorrow.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Bradbury,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Florida White
COLOR:  White
GENDER:  Male (to be neutered before adoption)

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Sunday, May 13, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 23

My hearing returned first. The ear is a simpler, more mechanical organ than the eye, so we register sound faster than sight. Not that it made much difference in my case. At first, I couldn't understand anything I was hearing. I heard a lot of ringing and humming in the background, and that noise was very slow to go away. Somebun was speaking, "Jahoppy One, Jahoppy One, do you read?" By the time I made sense of it, somebun else spoke up in a rough, tired voice, "Loud and clear, Jahoppy One." Joey? Was it Joey? "Jahoppy One, state your emergency; souls on board?" that other voice asked. "Six on board; four unresponsive, still assessing; stand by, Jahoppy One." Penny? Was that our little Penny? "Rog," said the other voice; that had to be the Center.
"Toes here. I think I'm OK," I forced my dry mouf to mumble into the intercom. "Pancake, are you OK?" I was pretty sure that was Penny again. I heard the clanky sounds of some helmets making contact. Penny had to be out of her couch and checking on everybun.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I can't see yet," responded Pancake. Abby, Molly, and Ava checked in shortly after.
Hopmeric's hair, Joey in the background
I started noticing some colors. They were blurry and pale at first. I wanted to rub my eyes with my paws, but I couldn't. I still had my helmet on and those thick gloves. Of course, it could have been worse. My nose could have been inching. I blinked a lot and hoped that would clear my eyes. There was a lot of grunting and cussing on the intercom as Penny made her rounds and we tried to come to grips with being alive.
Finally, I understood one of the reasons why all the colors I saw were fuzzy and diluted. The visor was fogged up. That meant the life support system in my suit went out for a while, but for how long? I noticed that the CO level was decreasing now. It was below the red zone and dropping. How long did it stay in the red? As the air in my helmet dried up, my visor display started tracking my eyes and responding to commands. I wanted to check the ship's life support system. The pressure was within limits on the low end of the scale; it was slowly rising to the proper level.
"Abby? Abby!" I called out, "... do you think we've got enough pressure to take off the suits?"
"I don't know, I still see fuzzy," came back Abby. "I think we're OK," offered Pancake. Then, Molly added, "Stay put for now. It looks like we had lost pressure at some point, that's why it's building back up. This poor thing is trying to heal itself. And we still have to run a full propulsion test."
Penny checking up on everybunny
Since Joey was the most coherent of us, he talked to the Center and kept them updated on our situation. We could pick whatever space-route we wanted to whatever hub would suit us the best. Space was ours.
Now my stomach was letting me know how unhappy it felt. I was mad about not being able to throw up. Then I was glad that I couldn't because I would probably drown in my own puke, right in my helmet. So I relaxed as much as I could and watched the different diagnostic checks my visor was displaying. Everything was coming back in green.
As I ran the tests, it occurred to me that surviving our experiment presented quite the dilemma. A while back, I had heard about a horror story somebun wrote. A lagomorph was to be killed on the order of a warren council, but before the killing, he or she was allowed to have a last, fancy meal, no matter how extravagant, courtesy of the council. I don't know what the motivation was behind that scene, why the warren decided to off somebun, or why they would offer that dinner. I remember being very upset by the whole production as if it was a real thing. Was the warren trying to hedge their bets somehow, to appease the condemned bun, take the edge off their guilt or something? I could never make it all add up. Anyway, now it hit me that we had flipped that story. According to some calculations, we shouldn't be here. Did the transformation we just underwent count as death and rebirth? Since we were coming back to life, what should we have for our FIRST meal? What about the first beverage? The very first time around, when we were tiny, the first meal was very simple. Usually, it was mom's milk or else. But now we had a chance for a do-over. We squandered the first opportunity for it after our picnic trip went sideways. Today we could do it right.
Looing out into the hub
Something started to float right in front of my left eye and interrupted my train of thought. I got spooked a little, but it turned out to be just a ladybug. She was inside my helmet. Probably got lost and got stuck there during our evening dinner alfresco. She ... was it a she? She had a little clump of bright, orange hair stuck to one of her legs. She was very still, and I thought she didn't make it. But when she hit the inside of my bubble, she came to life and gripped the slick, glassy surface of the visor with her legs and marched out of sight. She took the orange hair with her. Maybe she was that tiny bit of good luck we needed to sway fate our way?
"Major? Are you still with us?" I heard Abby just in time to stop my mind from wandering away again.
"I'm here."
"Good, we are deciding who's going to test what parts of the propulsion and control systems. What do you want?" Abby asked.
I picked the reaction-control. Again, to our surprise, nothing blew up. We used the tests to set our course for the nearest hub. Our old tub headed for the repair station under its own power! At last, we could take off the helmets, and it felt great. Everybunny got to throw off the gloves and rub their eyes. It didn't help much.
Mr. Toes
Docking with the hub was the last major hurdle we had to face. If our airlock couldn't get a good, clean seal, we would have to do an EBA to enter the hub. Usually, that's not a big deal, but this time it felt insurmountable. So we waited, half suited up, wishing the time away.
When the moment of truth arrived, our ship docked, the airlock pressurized and we could barely wait for the hatch to open. We discarded the rest of the suits with pleasure. Molly was so excited that she started thumping. It looked comical at first. Her feet were windmilling as she floated in front of the hatch. Then, I realized how unfunny it was. We were on the brink of complete exhaustion and helplessness. We have had enough, yet we had to open the heavy hatch ourselves. I thought it was strange that no bun on the other side tried to help us. We expected at least the rescue personnel to be waiting for us. There was no bun.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Gus Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Everything went fine for the little guy. Gus did great during the surgery, and he is recovering very well. This morning he had a nice breakfast in bed and took his pain med for the day. He eats and poops like a little beast. Hm, ... the hoomins says Gus is warming up to head rubs and enjoys them more and more. Well, I'd like to rub his head with my teeth! Neh, just kidding. I got you though, didn't I?

I don't think I have to guard the territory as much as I used. We still sniff each other through the barrier, but the excitement of patrol and chase along the pen has worn off. Next thing you know we won't be having peeing contests. Thump!

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Friday, May 11, 2018


I gave you my list so did you forget now, your head?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Willow,

BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
COLOR: Brown with white nose
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Snickers, Pepper and Penny

Oh, make up your minds! Somebun has to run the diversion before the other can go for the cawwots!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Snickers, Pepper and Penny,

AGE:  Born Feb. 2015 
WEIGHT: 7+ lbs
BREED: English Spot (Snickers), New Zealand Whites (P & P)
COLOR:  Black & White
GENDER: 2 Males & 1 FemaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Needs work
NOTES: These brothers and their sister are big, smooshy love bugs who do everything together…and when we say everything, we mean ev-er-y-thing! They are curious, friendly, silly and wonderfully expressive. From a litter of seven babies, who came to BHRR without a mom, they defied the odds and not only survived but they thrived. Need some love in your life…maybe this beautiful trio is for you?!
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Cocoa Puff

No hoomin, you cannot see your score card. You want better score, you better come up with better cawwots!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Cocoa Puff,

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
COLOR: Agouti
GENDER: Spayed Female

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, May 8, 2018


I can see what you're doing. It's a NUTRIBERRY pie, it needs more nutriberries, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: The rescue need a new washer and they got one of the weekend. Imagine doing laundry for 120 bunns.

Remember Frito? He and Lucy were adopted!

A little bit about Spring:

AGE: 2014
WEIGHT: 6.5 lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR: Black and White
NOTES: Spring got her name because of the unbelievable spring in her hop! Spring is one of the most active and funny rabbits we’ve ever met. She is busy, busy, busy digging, playing, tossing her toys and just being a bunny. Spring is a high-energy girl who would do well as a free roam rabbit (in a properly bunny-proofed home). She is engaging and gregarious…and has some of the most awesome ears ever! Spring is not a fan of being picked up (not many bunnies do) but she welcomes head rubs, kisses and pets. If you like to connect with your pets, play with them and enjoy seeing their joyful spirit expressed in such an active manner then Spring is the perfect girl for you.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Monday, May 7, 2018

Puzzle and Nuzzle

Well, grab a broom and clean it up. You let that thing in so get it out! Oh you and your M*nd*ys, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Puzzle and Nozzle

AGE: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Lionheads
COLOR: Agouti/Black

GENDER: Spayed Female/Neutered Male

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)  

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Meet the FNB, a.k.a Gus

Greetings, Everybunny!

Our neighbor knocked on our door first thing M*nd*y morning. "There's a bunny in the yard!" she declared frantically. Our hoomins trotted out to see what's going and sure enough, there was a little feller just sitting in the neighbor's yard, tucks out and all. They could tell that this was a domesticated bun and not a wilding. The dogs were barking, a few cats were wondering about, but this guy just sat there.

Well, hoomins thought someone set him, or her "free," or the poor thing run away. They tried to catch the bun, and it finally became distracted with fresh carrot tops. No bun can say no to fresh carrot tops! They had to be better than the Spanish Needle and other weeds that were on the breakfast menu in the yard. While the refugee nomed the tops, Angie caught him from behind.

Hoomins put up a pen in the living room and set the usual amenities: hay, pee bin, water, some pellets.

Tuesday morning the FNB, that's a "Fantastic New Bun" for you, went to the V.E.T. for a checkup. That's when we found out the FNB was a boy, about two years old, fully grown with all his original factory equipment intact. All his test came back negative.

We updated his records, and now he's Gus. Yes, Fleetie, like THAT Gus. Our little Gus is so tiny that the hoomins thought he was a few months old Easter gift set loose. Well, this tiny Gus would make the perfect Mercury bunstronaut. And we caught him during his EBA! He was so detached ;-) He's so feisty and spunky!

Gus has an appointment on Friday to decommission his unneeded equipment.

At the moment, every bunny is very territorial. Gus has no litter bin habits at all. He likes to spray his territory, and we respond in kind. Our hoomins have a heck of a time trying to keep up with Gus to keep the place not too smelly. We hope that Gus can mellow out as the time goes by. Can a grown bun develop a better litter bin habit?

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso and Charlie

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Bun Fiction Update

Greetings, Everybunny!
Pancake here, remember me? Our hoomin scribe reported that the fumes caught on fire at the tar pits on Tuesday and all went downhill from there. Then, the scribe complained that he got some stuff to sort out that could not be put off any longer. Sigh ... We got the story almost ready, but we had no chance to put together any doodles to go with it. Things got so bad that we resorted to digging deep into the archives to find a pic of my booplesnoot.
Well, we'll regroup, and next weekend we'll know if Mr. Toes and the bunstronauts made it safely to orbit.
As always, we'll keep you posted,
- Pancake

Friday, May 4, 2018

Yin and Yang

No, of course not, we've no plans; go on. Hurry up, go on. What, us plotting, on a Friday? Neh ... go on, go on now!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Yin and Yang,

 BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mixes
COLOR: White/Gray

GENDER: Females (will be spayed before adoption)

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)  

Thursday, May 3, 2018


If you're gonna yell my name like that, there better be a beverage involved; for me!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS:  A little bit about Stella
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Florida White Mix
COLOR: White
GENDER: Female
: 2015

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)  


Wednesday, May 2, 2018


Hush, don't say anything and let the hoomin bring two carrotinis.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Jade:

AGE: 2015
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: Satin
COLOR: White
GENDER: Spayed Female

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)   

Tuesday, May 1, 2018