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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Diesel (tbhrr)


I'm afraid it's too late now. Why don't  you crack something else about a dutch over, Karen!

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR

PS: Diesel is one fantastic, sweet fluff ball of curiosity and cuddles. He warmed up to head rubs very quickly. Diesel steals your heart within minutes and just needs his forever home.

Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: tbhrr.org/contact-us
FB: https://www.facebook.com/TBHouseRabbitRescue/
Home:  tbhrr.org

Monday, July 15, 2019

Winnie and Zigzag


Sure, I'll help you with the M*nd*y thing; after my nap, tomorrow.

- Thank you, Guy and Rumaana!

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Bunday Evening Thumps

Charlie, "And what about that hole, you sorry sod, eh?"
Charlie and Gus, "Talk to the butts, hoomin!"

Good Evening, Every Bun!

This is Gus. Gus likes to bunstruct when the right feeling strikes him just right. Gus bunstructed a good bit of the woven bundo over the few days his hoomins were gone. Perhaps Gus didn't get enough treats. We may never know. Because Charlie is not telling, and Gus certainly refused to divulge any details. Maybe he's training to storm that Area 51 he keeps hearing about.


We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Chaelie, "Hoomin, I feel like I know you; why?"
Espresso, "Well, I don't care what the bag sayz. I neeeeed the treats!"




Charlie, "The salaaaaad lady is here, the salaaaad lady is here!"

Hellos, Everybunny!

We survived our hoomins' mini vacation! They were gone for all three days. Of course, we didn't skip a beat, but we missed them. And we missed all those head rubs.  Yes, there were consequences for that.

Our hoomin prepared the salaaaads in advance,  wrote up a checklist for each day with vet phone numbers, emergency instructions, the schedule for bin change out and stuff like that. Izzy took good care of us. Now the hoomin is administering extra head rubs trying to make up for being gone. We're just glad it all worked out well.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

PS: Photo credits: Izzy Honda

Friday, July 12, 2019

Flynn (bhrr)

 
Oh, this is how your week ends, hoomin.  Headrubs and treats on my command!
- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: A little bit about Flynn,
BORN: 2018
WEIGHT: 3lbs
BREED:  Dutch
COLOR: White & Black
GENDER:  Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good
The BHRR fundraiser is still going and is over the 3K mark. 

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Binky free, Finn

Kind, loving, fierce, and inspiring - Finn

Good Evening, Everybun :-(

We learned yesterday that Finn, of Mango and Finn, made his journey over the Rainbow Bridge. Mango and Finn were always hoppy to share their disapproval, and we will miss Finn terribly.

We extend our deepest sympathies to Mango and her hoomin servant, Rondi.

You may visit their FB page here: https://www.facebook.com/mangoandfinn/

- Ijon


Zigzag


What do you mean it's "almost" Friday?

- Thank you, Guy and Rumaana!

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Dougie and Penny


She's not thinking that she can bribe us, is she?

- Thank you, Audrey!

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Basil


Yes, I do want an alfalfa sprig in my nannerini! For the protein, you know.


- Thank you, Brianna!

Monday, July 8, 2019

Elmo


I didn’t tell you to stop wif da head-rubs, hoomin!
Resume immediately and Make It Snappeh! 


- Thank you, Fleetie!

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Bunday Evening Thumps

Gus, "This is my Lem look. Close? Not even? Try harder?"

Charlie, "Pffft! I'm not playing!"

Espresso, "Nope, no sir, and get lost, hoomin!"
The daily bribe ;-)


Good Evening, Everybunny!

That Gus. He's the true explorer in the family. You show him half a treat, and he will climb everywhere and work every photoshoot, thump! But Espresso and I? We do NOTHING on command! You can't bribe us, trick us, reason with us, or anything with us! We, we trick, command, and fool the hoomin into abiding our whims. We like it that way, especially on a lazy Bunday like today.

- Charlie

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Star Bun: The Next of Kin

The Elder Bunstronaut held a bag, and each of us—the five left from our crew—slowly hopped by and dropped a paw full of our pellets into it. Zeph would reach into the bag, draw a pellet, and run a test to match it to its creator.
Joey
The last time we had done this was when the experimental trash sweeper Hopper-Alpha-1 lost one of its flight engineers during an emergency EBA.
Of course, we would all visit young Sharpfoot's mom, but we had to have a spokesbun. We knew Fate could take anybun of us at any time, that she didn't care about the rank of the bun or who their commanding officer was. We just wanted to be fair when picking the spokesbun.
Abby
A charred and blood-stained fragment of Sharpfoot's suit, a piece of his helmet's visor, his sextant, and other personal items rested in a basket next to the potted seedling of a willow tree.
Zeph looked up from his DNA mapper and fixed his gaze on Joey. The Elder Bunstronaut became quiet as he emptied the bag of pellets around the seedling and gritted his teeth in sadness. Scars and spots of worn-out fur on his ears bore witness to adventures long forgotten. One could be forgiven for thinking he was spending his days in the garden, napping and taking in the summer breeze. His eyes cut through that notion. Sharp and brilliant, resurrected by the tender paws of doctors, his eyes craved more starlight.
Joey
He remained still for a long time, communing with the memories of friends and flights past, then whispered, "Tough pick, Joey."

Friday, July 5, 2019

Remington


What about a long weekend? You want a weekend?

- Thank you, Melanie!

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Hoppy 4th of July, Everybunny!

Espresso, "How about some red-ish, white, and blue, eh?"

Hoppy 4th of July, Everybunny!


We would like to wish all our friends in the Colonies and safe and bunderful 4th of July.

Our hoomin promised us a snorgle of a quiet day with treats and headrubs galore. A biiig salaaaaad, of course. He said he'll hang out with us to keep us safe from the crazy mayhem of firework noises in the evening.

So, keep your furries safe and sound today. We, the furry and feathery, hate all that noise nonsense.


- Espresso

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Whiskey (of Alpine and Whiskey) tbhrr


You know what's it gonna be, hoomin. A NO, it's going to be a NO.

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR

PS: Alpine and Whiskey are looking for their forever home.

Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: tbhrr.org/contact-us
FB: https://www.facebook.com/TBHouseRabbitRescue/
Home:  tbhrr.org

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Gus - short on disapproval



Hoppy Tuesday, Everybunny!

We are running awful short on disapproval, folks.
Have you any to spare? We could sure use some help to keep things going.

As always, you can send it to disapprovingbun@gmail.com or post/message us on FB at https://www.facebook.com/disapprovingbun/.

Thank you bunches!
- Gus

Monday, July 1, 2019

Poppy (bhrr)


Oh, you'll be fine. Go, tell M*nd*y to get stuffed!
 - Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: A little bit about Poppy,
BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: Satin
COLOR:  Black
GENDER: Spayed Female
LITTER BOX HABITS: Fair
The BHRR fundraiser is still going and is over the 3K mark. 

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Bunday Evening Thumps



Good Evening, Everybun!

Now, how did you guess that? Yes, the salaaaaaad pile is way bigger than me. And I'd tell all about it, but, you know, that chunk of kale in my mouf, that raspberry waiting to be devoured. Maybe next time.

We'll keep you posted,

- Gus

PS: At least our hoomin picked two large boxes of hay from buncle Kurtis at the Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue. Of course, he came back smelling funny again. Funny as in "he was holding and snorgling a strange bun" funny. I think Arthur was his name; that's right, Arthur. I remember because he wouldn't shut up about him! "Oh, what a snuggle bun Arthur is, and Arthur this, and Arthur that," and he went on and on about it!

- Espresso

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Espresso Charlie and Gus Update




Greetings, Everybunny!

Loaf, nome, snooze, and repeat. That's the kind of day we're having.

Even our hoomin is trying to hide from the day. He peopled a bit too much today, so it's lazy bun day all around.

We'll keep you posted,
- Gus

Friday, June 28, 2019

Huck (SHRR)


Beg some more, hoomin. It pleases me!

- Thank you, Sunje, Kurtis, and SCHRR

PS: Huck and  Becky are still looking for their forever home.
UPDATE: We have found out that Huck and Becky re in a foster-to-adopt home! We're keeping our paws crossed for them!

Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: https://suncoasthrr.org/contact-us
FB: https:www.facebook.com/SuncoastHRR
Home:  https://suncoasthrr.org

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Camilla


What do you mean these are not ready yet?

- Thank you Mellissa and Collected Moments - Bunnies

PS: Follow Camilla, Sweeney and Melvin on FB at
https://www.facebook.com/collectedmomentsbunnies/

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Josephine of Jake and Josephine (tbhrr)


Making plans for the weekend, are ya? Well, that's the funniest thing I heard all week!

- Thank you, Stefanie, Jack and TBHRR
  
PS: Jake and Josephine are still looking for their forever home. Josephine is the shy one, but is very sweet once she warms up to you. And the quickest way to that is through head rubs. Josephine loves head rubs.

Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue:
Contact: tbhrr.org/contact-us
FB: https://www.facebook.com/TBHouseRabbitRescue/
Home:  https://tbhrr.org
Blog: https://tbhrr.blogspot.com

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Mr. Jingles (bhrr)


Are you going to sit there and stare at me? Stares are a cawwot so put up or else!


- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Mr. Jingles:


BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED:  Mix
COLOR: Gray
GENDER:  Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good
NOTES:   Contact us for more information
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and is over the 3k mark! :-)   

Monday, June 24, 2019

Kasper


Look, hoomin, this used to be a creature like you. It said I couldn't have any more treats.


- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Kasper will be joining Jake and Cinamon in a few months. We can follow them on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Bunday Evening Thumps



Espresso - "Look here, hoomin. I see you sit and sit in that chair and you have nothing to snack on. So, how about some of my hay? I thought I'll let you have a bunch of mine. And what if you need to pee? Well, there you go, you can have some of my shredded paper!"

Good Evening, Everybunny!


How's this for big news - Gus and Charlie got their large, area binky rug. Exactly, we're just chilling through another bun day of summer. There's a high-pressure system over us, and that keeps the air hot and hazy, with clouds all over and a slim chance for rain.


Our hoomin is trying to chillax with us. Yesterday, he did all the chores, and today is trying to do not much anything. Well, reading, he's back to reading, but you all heard about that one.


We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Bun Fiction Update - The Pancake Report

Pancake got up right after the sun broke into the house around five in the morning. Once the rays warmed her back and wouldn't stop teasing her eyelids, no amount of willpower could help her pretend she was still asleep. She sat up on her pad and listened. The house was quiet, except for somebun making noise with the dishes. The hoomins were snoozing; they never got up this early on the weekends.
Joey
After a short stop at the bin, she hopped toward the commotion. She sped up and launched into the air, shaking her head, wiggling her torso, and kicking her feet. For a split second, she floated through the air as a bun and a wave. Pancake landed sideways and almost crashed into Joey and Molly. They had the breakfast noms under control. Fresh cawwot juice, fruit, and alfalfa waited to be devoured. No bun could ask for more.
She grabbed a ripe raspberry and bit it in half with relish. The juice splattered everywhere and ran down her mouf as Joey and Molly watched in surprise. "What is she on about now?" thought Joey.
Penny and Joey
"So, what's the latest with that scribe of ours?" murmured Pancake with a grin, and a shiver ran down her body as if she was about to blast off again. "Well, good morning to you, too, Pancake. Ya really like my cooking, eh?" said Joey. Molly sat up and turned to face the sun, eyes closed as she tried to catch every ray of sunlight she could.
"There's very little news from the 'scribe,' "Joey cautioned. "He passed his written exam in January and has been reading textbooks for his next exam since then. The last I heard, he was starting to read the book of regulations and was about to start preparing lesson plans for future students. His instructor told him to get three of them ready for their next meeting," said Joey as he took a bite of alfalfa.
Molly
Pancake chuckled. "Do you have that on paper somewhere, Joey, or did it all come to you through that mysterious connection you have with him? I'm not sure I'm willing to trust that mind-melding of yours or those 'talks' you have with him. I like paper; give me a ticker tape or something. I want to get my teeth into it. Do you get what I mean, Joey?"
"That's all I've got," said Joey, and his eyes dropped a little. Pancake started to muse. "Look here, Joey. When we finished the last story a year ago, we were supposed to take a vacation. The next episode was supposed to give an idea about what kind of world we would live in. But here we are, in the middle of another summer, getting baked, languishing in that limbo between the worlds that may or may not come to pass. At this rate, it looks to me as if we don't have a clue when he's going to get done with that 'instructor adventure' of his, do we? Maybe by Christmas, maybe by next spring or even summer? We don't know, eh?" She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun.
Joey
"Don't forget this update. How long did this take? A week, two? Bun only knows. And the stories he's been sneaking into the notebook late at night when no bunny's watching," chimed in Molly.
Joey looked toward where the Pleiades ought to be, cleared his throat, and went on: "I'm picking up a lot of trepidation there. Fear of this or that—apprehension." Joey paused for a moment.
Ava
"Imagine, if you will, that you think you know where you want to go. You try to sense, through the heavy fog of doubt, where your true place is, the one you feel in your gut is right, the one that gives you relief from feeling like an impostor. You look for guidance, but all you have is a compass you don't trust. The compass gets swayed by a heavy bag around your neck, filled with ferrous and ferocious fears, uncertainties, ideas of how thing are that just aren't so. And the compass goes wild, points here one second then swings and points to the left or the right, or even back to where you came from. You try to put one foot in front of the other, but one foot is snarled in the ho-hum of 'normal,' everyday life, as the other tries to get a toehold in the imaginable." Joey sighed despondently and again turned toward the sun.
For a while, no bun said a word. Joey took out a half-burnt catnip stogie and lit it up. "Weren't you supposed to quit that?" asked Molly, a bit too loudly when she heard the crackle of the stogie lighting up. Joey nodded, "Yeah, there's supposed to be a whole story about that. Also, one about me visiting my elementary school."
Pancake
"See what I mean? Because that story will never come out – Joey here – will never quit those bloody, stinking stogies and will die from lung cancer!" exclaimed Pancake as she shook her head. She turned toward the doorway and threw over her shoulder, "We'll just have to hold on for a bit longer, I guess. I'll wake up the rest of the crew before the hoomins get up."
Maybe her feet slipped when she pushed off too hard, or maybe she meant to foot-flick Joey and Molly or the scribe.