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Saturday, June 30, 2018

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

It was a bright and quiet night.
The moon was out.
Something rustled in the shrubs outside the burrow!

Greetings, Everybunny!

It's been raining dogs and cats here since yesterday. Hoomins finished all the nasty chores last night, and it's time to catch on headrubs and snorgles.

Did you know the House Rabbit Society has a podcast? It's right here: http://hrs.podbean.com/

The HRS is also running a Happy Healthy Rabbit Photo Contest.

Gus and I are pretty good friends. I hang out with Gus, then Espresso, then Gus, you get the idea. Even Espresso is mellowing out toward Gus. Hoomins are concerned about how we would get along if we had to evacuate. When we had to run last year, the hardest part came when we arrived at our friend's house. We had to make do with living in the pen, and at first, that was awful for every bun, lagomorph, and hoomin alike.

The Word is, Gus and Espresso might ride the baftub this weekend. You know, like the Gemini 3 flight ;-)

We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie

Friday, June 29, 2018

Sequoia and Sashay

Oh, she's not gonna call this a saaaaalad, is she?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: Sequoia was adopted along with his sister in 2016. They were both recently returned to us and Sequoia requires surgery for a jaw abscess😢 North Kenilworth Veterinary Care has graciously discounted surgery and aftercare meds to approximately $600.

Sequoia’s surgery is now scheduled 🙌 Dr. Holmes from North Kenilworth Veterinary Care is coming in on his day off to perform his surgery. A true bunny hero!! 😇
ALSO! We’ve added a second “mystery” prize to our giveaway from the amazing Charity Charms valued at $175+. Please continue to donate for a chance to win a Charity Charms gift OR an Art by Suzanne Stephens watercolor bunny painting! We will pick two winners Sunday 5pm MST.
DONATE THROUGH PAYPAL HERE: http://bhrabbitrescue.org/ways-you-can-help/
*Donations will help fund Sequoia’s surgery, medications, and aftercare as well as help pay our rescue’s sky high electricity bill this summer and keep the rabbits cool.
You all are amazing. Thank you 🙏

Thursday, June 28, 2018


Nope, no sir, not going to share my nanner with the bear!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika! 

PS: A little bit about Stevie,
BORN: 2015
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
COLOR:  Brown


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

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Juniper and Magnolia

Hey, did you hear about the bun with speech impediment that worked in the code breaking department? He was a quiptographer.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika! 

PS: A little bit about Juniper and Magnolia,
AGE: 2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mixes
COLOR: Black and Brown

GENDER: Spayed Females


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

Tuesday, June 26, 2018


I think thing one here is much smarter than you, hoomin! It doesn't speak out of turn and doesn't try to hide my nanners from me!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika! 

PS: A little bit about Jerry,

AGE: 2016
WEIGHT: 3 lbs
BREED:   Mix
COLOR:  Agouti
GENDER:  Neutered Male

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

Monday, June 25, 2018

Sunday, June 24, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 27

"Red Hop One, Center," called the Capcom. It was good to hear Hopper's voice again.
"Go ahead, Center," said Zoomer.
"Red Hop One, we have two amphibian transports and a catamaran on the way to meet you. I think the cat is the WaveHopper. It will be in your area before the AquaRexes," said the Capcom.
"Red Hop One, this is WaveHopper. How do you read?"
That was the voice I had been waiting to hear!
"Loud and clear, Abby, I mean WaveHopper!" I jumped on the mike.
"Get ready, Major, we're almost there!" announced Zoomer. I adjusted myself in the couch one last time and made sure my mouf was closed correctly. I made sure my tongue was away from my teeth.
"Grumph!" the shock absorbers grunted when we hit the water, and our couches softened the punch of the landing. Now, our capsule bobbed up and down in the sea, and the motion was unnerving. At least the capsule was oriented correctly, right side up. That's less work for us and less of a chance to get nauseous. We had made quick work of the After Landing Checklist and Zoomer opened the outside air vents. We took off our helmets, and the fresh air felt delightful. Gone was the sterile, machine-scented stuff we had been breathing for days. If you wonder why this is exciting, try going without clean, fresh air for a few days. Then go to the beach, or visit your local woods and notice the difference.
"Congratulations, Zoomer, and welcome home, Major!" announced Hopper.
"Rog, thanks for all your help!" I responded.
"WaveHopper is a few minutes away from you; they should be there momentarily. Remain this frequency till the recovery," added the Capcom.
"This frequency till the recovery," read back Zoomer.
I filed my paperwork for Zoomer. It was such a relief to have the formalities done. She was a proper, certificated bunstronaut.
Mr. Toes and the otter
We duffed our bulky suits and tried to get used to things falling to the ground. If you tried to let go of your helmet for a second to do something, it would remind you where you are with a crash. Drink pouches would splat and spill everywhere. Also, now the blood started to drain from our heads. It was time to sit down and take it easy.
Soon, we heard from Abby on the WaveHopper. A little later, somebun was banging on the main hatch, and I heard strange thumps and scrapes on the outside of our capsule. I could never get used to the otters crawling all over outside when they worked to secure the spacecraft. Zoomer and I put on our water harnesses and double checked each other. A bun can get very wobbly after a flight like ours, and should we end up in the drink, the harnesses and the life vests that came with them would be our best friends. Hopefully, the otters could get to us before the sharks did. We released the hatch when the otters were ready for us. One of them immediately stuck its little head inside the capsule to check on us.
Mr. Toes on the slide
I nudged Zoomer to get out first and immediately pulled her back.
"Wait, wait. Now you are the proper bunstronaut in command. That makes you the commander, the captain. You're the last bun off the ship. I'm sorry, Zoomer. Here, watch me, and make sure you hop slowly and deliberately when you're on the catamaran," I said.
An illuminated rubber slide already connected our capsule to the catamaran. One of the otters tethered me to a cable between the spacecraft and the sea vessel. I checked the tether, just in case. You never know if the otter is having a good night. I slid down toward the ship on my belly, paws stretched out in front of me. Once at the other end, somebun grabbed me, secured me to a railing, and helped me into a comfy seat. Zoomer followed right behind me.
AquaRex and the catamaran
We turned toward the capsule. It had a red and green rotating beacon mounted on the top, where the docking probe was. The otters closed the hatch and secured the capsule for the night. Once they released the security line and pulled in the slide, we were ready to go.
Pancake chatted with one of the disappointed AquaRex commanders. There would be no need for them to make a water landing. They would have to settle for an escort flight. Still, those bunletts would get their full credit for the mission, and they would log the flight time. They would brag about it all the same.
Pancake and the Jackie
A nurse came by to check on us and gave us the diagnostic pellets to swallow. I took mine with a swig of water. Water would have to do for now. For the remainder of the ride home, we tried to relax and enjoy the breeze. Zoomer faced the wind and sat with her eyes closed.
The ride was quiet, and you could barely hear the engines as the catamaran plowed through the ocean. Somewhere overhead, an AquaRex lazily droned in the sky. Zoomer did her best to sit up and take in the ambiance, but she started to nod off. Each time she woke up, she tried to straighten up more than she did the last time. She gave up in the end and took a nap.
Joey and the bunletts
Abby sat next to me, and we held paws all the way back home. Pancake stretched out on the deck, tocks out, and watched little Jackie, the "used-to-be-shy" bunlett at the helm. Once the lights of the dock became visible, we woke up Zoomer. Jackie got some assistance from one of the otters to make sure everything went smoothly to the very end.
I should have known. It had to be around midnight, local time, and the dock looked pretty busy. There stood Joey and all the bunletts attending the camp. They lined up and looked as sharp as carrot peeler blades. Joey wore his vacation's best for the occasion, even the greasy old chef's hat and was gripping his favorite spatula. When Zoomer disembarked the ship, Joey blew the whistle, saluted Zoomer, welcomed her to the camp and drilled the bunletts like an honor guard. It proved too much for Zoomer, and she tried to binky. Zoomer got off the ground all right, but the landing turned out to be tricky. She lost her balance and spilled with a roll. One of the bunletts almost let out a jeer and almost went into the drink. I barely caught the sight of Joey's paw moving away from the offender's scruff. After the welcome ceremony, we marched toward the bonfire and collapsed into the beach chairs. Proper beverages arrived, and we toasted the newly certificated bunstronaut, Zoomer. The carrotinis were wonderful.
The otters joined us once they secured the catamaran, and we got to sample their grog. They roasted whatever it is they ate and enjoyed it very much. Joey kept roasting sweet puffy carrots and all sorts of goodies, even some of those hydroponic carrots and parsnips. The bunletts stayed up as well and chatted with Zoomer. Little Jackie became a different bun and took a real liking to the otters. Finally, Pancake had to shush them off to beds.
That's when Zoomer noticed the medallion hanging around Joey's neck and paused. It was round, with a diameter of a medium carrot. The outside was a plane, thin ring made of Inconel-X 750, a heat-resistant nickel alloy. It almost looked purple when the light hit it just so. The inside was set in a transparent resin, and it held a clump of hair attached to a shiny bead.
"It that the real thing?" asked Zoomer.
"What? The medallion? Yeah, the medallion's real," chuckled Joey as he took another swig of his carrotini.
"I mean the little orange piece of fuzz, is that the real..." Zoomer tried to clarify, but Joey's demeanor changed. He turned around, went back to his beach chair, and pulled out a stogie. No bun said anything.
"Not sure what you mean by real. It's a real piece of fuzz. I had it colored orange. Yes, the bead of chrono-chromium is real," said Joey as his voice dropped.
Joey's medallion
At last, Joey managed to light up his stogie and leaned back in the chair. He kept looking at the starry night and the moon. The aroma of mint and basil filled the air as he puffed on the herb wad.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Zoomer tried to apologize.
"That's OK, maybe one day we'll write a book about that," chuckled Joey with a sad grin.
Mr. Toes
In the end, the night had gotten all of us, and we decided to retire to our quarters. This time, Zoomer gave up on heroics and slowly waddled away to her room. Shortly after, she closed her windows and turned on the air conditioning. From the sound of it, she must have set the temperature in her room every low, and Abby and I exchanged smiles. Zoomer was catching on to what she had accomplished. She realized she was back on the ground and missed the place she just came from. "Was any of it real?" she might have wondered.
Joey decided to go back to the kitchen to "check on something," meaning he just needed some time alone. I just wanted to lie down. I needed a break, a real vacation to regroup, replenish, and decide where to go from here.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Yes, those are bits of homegrown cawwots. Saaaaalads were the only excitement around here this week. The hoomins are losing a dear friend to cancer, and that is just wringing them. So we get all the headrubs and snorgles we can handle.

Gus, well ... Charlie goes over to hang out with him. I'm still not ready to make any new friends. Maybe he's a nice guy; I don't know. Time. I need time.

We'll keep you posted,

 - Espresso

Friday, June 22, 2018

Calvin and Hobbs

Did you remember to pack the tickets? Did you tell them we're only going out for carrotinis?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika! 

PS: A little bit about Calvin and Hobbs,
BORN:  2017
WEIGHT: 3 lbs
COLOR: White
GENDER:   Neutered Males
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Thursday, June 21, 2018


My banana basket is empty, hoomin! Well, get on it, will ya?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Pablo,

BORN: 2017
WEIGHT: 3lbs
COLOR:  Black
GENDER:  Neutered Male

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

Wednesday, June 20, 2018


Yes, hoomin, carrotini dressing on a saaaaalad is a thing! And I need extra on a side; it's thump day, you know!

- Thank you, Kayla!

Tuesday, June 19, 2018


You broke your shovel again? Here, I have a spoon for you! 

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

Monday, June 18, 2018


Hey, you silly M*nd*y, you can't get me if you can't see me! Oh look, a moose!

- Thank you, Richard!

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Hellos, Everybunny!

I got to run around in "the other room" and see what Espresso and Charlie have in their hay feeder. Well, it smells and tastes like my hay. Thump! Even the hay-ball has the same hay. Thump! Hoomin, I want a hay ball too!

Espresso and I got to ride the baftub with one of our hoomins supervising. It went well. I want to be friends with Charlie and Espresso, but Espresso isn't ready for that. Charlie doesn't mind me, but she doesn't want to be friends yet. At least she's not mean to me.

Sigh ... We'll keep you posted.
- Gus

Saturday, June 16, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Bun Fiction Update

Hellos, Everybunny!

The story became very nervous this week and ran away into the woods. We were very concerned about it because we had no proper ending for it. Then there was a tar spill at the pits and the fumes caught on fire. The resulting cloud of putrid stench made it impossible to track down the story and stitch up the ending to it. Finally, a couple of days ago, we found it hiding in an abandoned, dark burrow, scared to death and whimpering. It was surrounded by a pack of howling plot wolves, and we got to it just in time.
The story is safe now and back in the Story Assembly Building. If all goes well, we'll be ready for launch next weekend. We still have some editing left and, of course, the doodles need work too.
We'll keep you posted,
- Pancake, Molly, Penny, and Ava.

Friday, June 15, 2018

Daenerys Stormbun

What? Bunny Butt Friday? Bend the knee, hoomin. Then you can talk to the butt. Maybe.

- Thank you, Katie!

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Justice and Juneau

No, no, don't say anything about that dress or those shoes, trust me.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A couple of good new updates :-)
Sundance found a forever home! She fell in love with Oliver, a former BHRR rescue.
Groovy Girl also found a forever home!

A little bit about Justice and Juneau,

BORN:   2017
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
COLOR:  Black
GENDER:  Spayed Females, Mother and Daughter team
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Alycia, Goldie, and Micki

  Try to look like you don't care. Just hold still and pretend you didn't see anything.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Alycia, Goldie, and Micki,

BORN: 2012
WEIGHT: 4lbs-5.5lbs
BREED: Satin Mix
COLOR: Tan, Dark Brown, Lighter Brown
GENDER: Spayed females
NOTES: We love the story of Micki, Alycia and Goldie. Micki gave birth to Alycia in 2012 at BHRR. Shortly thereafter we got a call about a tiny baby bunny who was only a few weeks old and needed a nursing mother. Thankfully, Micki was ready, willing and able and she welcomed Goldie into her newly expanded family. Alycia and Goldie grew up together and while they aren’t biological siblings, they are deeply bonded adopted siblings. Mom and girls are never out of sight of one another and regularly are snuggling in a bunny pile where they all bliss roll on top of each other. It’s a beautiful story of unconditional love and these three will bring endless warmth, joy and smiles to their forever home.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Gretchen, Jessie and Sunset

How, how did you forget her PIN? How many times have talked about that?

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Gretchen, Jessie and Sunset,

BORN: 2014
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Mini Rex
COLOR: Brown / White
GENDER: Jessie (spayed female), Sunset (neutered male), Gretchen (spayed female)
LITTER BOX HABITS: Needs some work
NOTES: Jessie, Sunset and Gretchen are three happy, gregarious and social bunnies who love pretty much everything! They love people, they love food, they love their hay, they love their toys, they love their playtime, they love each other…they are just FILLED with nothing but love.
Jessie, Sunset and Gretchen are siblings to Jane, Lydia, Skylar and Sunrise.
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Monday, June 11, 2018

Jilly and Milly

Hoomin, I'm starting to think you're a secret M*nd*y collaborator!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Jilly and Milly,

BORN: 2012
WEIGHT: 6lbsfemale-icon BREED:  Mix
COLOR: Tan / Darker Tan w/brown markings
GENDER: Spayed females
NOTES: Jilly and Milly were born at BHRR in 2012. Their mom, Tilly, and brother, Chilly, were adopted together and we are hopeful these girls will find their happy ever after very soon as well! They are a couple of adorable, smart, curious and silly sisters who love each other almost as much as they love digging, eating, playing and napping (not necessarily in that order).

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

Sunday, June 10, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, pt. 26

Abby listened to all the chatter between our capsule and the Center, starting from our countdown to liftoff. She paid very close attention since we could not separate from the booster after our docking exercise. Abby and the rest of the Buzzard crew were at the Mybanana Islands on a special assignment at the hydroponic labs. She was helping at a summer camp where bunletts could get extra credits in the earth sciences. To Abby and the others, it was a vacation even though it kept everybunny busy. Somehow, she managed to keep track of our developments and watch how the little ones tended to the sea carrots. The little campers hated the warm, salty water; they hated water - period, but they needed to learn how to handle it. It came with the territory of becoming a bunstronaut. When working underwater, they had their first exposure to a somewhat weightless and hostile environment. Once they build up some confidence, the exercise became more fun than work. Pancake watched over them when Abby couldn't. Joey always preferred to be as far away from the water as he could. He preferred the kitchen and fire. It was easier to keep his stogies lit that way. To be fair, he always did his best to keep the ashes out of the pots and pans. Molly, Penny, and Ava also helped to chaperone the bunletts. They loved the bunletts, and it was a welcomed change of pace. The bunletts were eager to soak up everything they could from the seasoned bunstronauts. Old stories filled the evenings and not a drop of memories went to waste in the sand.
At the camp - study No bun likes the water
Maybe it was a pure coincidence or a finely tuned instinct that made Abby pause when Jackie, a shy and most water-averse bunlett, once more refused to suit up and work in the sea bog. Abby asked her to help Penny and Molly configure the catamaran for sea rescue.
"Do I have to talk to the otters?" asked Jackie.
"No, you don't. They probably know what's going on. I'll talk to them," said Abby. Otters were officially in charge of all the maritime operations. They swam with the bunletts in the sea bogs and crewed all the seagoing vessels.
Jackie helped them load extra fuel cells and supplies. She checked and updated the navigation and guidance systems. Abby wanted everybun to be able to make flight status at some point, but she wasn't sure if this was for Jackie. She didn't see how Jackie could compensate for such a strong aversion to anything related to water.
Everybunny on the ground perked up some more when Zoomer announced that we needed help from the cutter probe. One night, Abby and Pancake discussed what would happen if Zoomer and I landed close to their island. They considered our orbital path and concluded that at least in theory, we could make a splashdown nearby. Everybunny forgot about us the next day and went back to watching the bunletts watch the different samplings of the sea carrots.
Abby and Pancake happened to listen to us when the cutter probe arrived. She heard me throw the emergencies at Zoomer. It didn't take long for Pancake to realize we would be coming down in a hurry.
The bunletts were just cleaning themselves and getting dry after the day's work when Abby ran up to them holding two life jackets and tried to say, "I need two volunteers to go on a live rescue. That's a live ..." but she didn't finish. Jackie lunged at her and grabbed one of the life jackets. Abby tried again. "OK, I need one more vol..." This time she got tackled by the rest of the little warren that twisted itself into a knot around the second life preserver. Pancake untangled them from Abby and found little Gus, with his eyes shut and jaw clenched, clutching the vest with all four paws.
AquaRex-T, trainer study AquaRex turning on course
"Well, then, follow Pancake and Molly; we'll be leaving in a minute!" announced Abby. She was stunned by what Jackie had done. That was the one thing Abby would have never predicted.
Joey watched the little maelstrom with his mouf hanging open and almost lost his stogie. He looked like the prototypical tourist in his flower shirt, tattered cargo shorts, flip-flops, and a spatula in his paw. He turned around and called Ava and Penny. They worked on getting Abby the exact location of our landing. Pancake brought out the WaveHopper, a catamaran, from its shelter and helped everybun board the ship in record time. Once they left the dock, she handed the wheel to Jackie. "Here, keep her on a heading of One Six Zero for now." She tethered the bunlett to a paw rail. Jackie jumped and thumped for a while before she settled down to steer the ship. Jackie seemed taller now, determined to steer the ship right through the squall of her doubts. Over the intercom, they heard little Gus talking to Joey and getting the exact numbers ready for the rendezvous with our Red Hop capsule.
Zoomer and Mr. Toes
There was not much left to do for Zoomer and me. The ride became rough. I couldn't hear the plasma raging all around our capsule, but I could feel it in my bones as they rattled and telegraphed the sensations to my ears. My flesh contemplated again puddling at the bottom of my suit. For posterity's sake, Zoomer called out the pre-landing checklist again. Electrical power was on, radio transmitters were tuned and on, and the parachutes were armed. The capsule had three of these. One would get us home, and three would make the landing soft. As long as the cutter probe didn't damage them, we would be fine. This moment of truth never gets old and never becomes routine. We would be fine. You always have to think that.
We could deploy the chutes manually if we had to, so we had to be ready. In the meantime, we waited for the communications blackout to end. We minded the altimeter once the ride smoothed out and we knew then that we had beaten that plasma again. Only those who had survived a ride like this before appreciated the excitement of waiting still. On the ground, the ones who had lost somebun during reentry were chomping at the bit too. In their guts, we were beating the plasma for them, and avenging their loved ones. They cried for us because we were coming home. But it was only us coming home that day.
Mr. Toes
As soon as we could, we vented out the unused maneuvering fuel. Zoomer had her paw on the manual parachute deploy switch and called out, "Three seconds to chutes!" Three seconds later three dull bangs reverberated through the ship as the deployment sequence started for all three chutes.
A welcomed sound broke the tension, "Red Hop One, this is AquaRex, how do you read? Over."
"Loud and clear!" exclaimed Zoomer.
"Red Hop, you're looking good! We have you on the scope!" announced a young voice from the AquaRex transport. It all sounded great, and we were in good shape. I was still waiting to hear one more voice.