Our hoomin re-introduced us to the "Floppy Bunny," and we like the guy. He doesn't get into our pellets and demands no cookies, so we get along really well. It turns out he's a pretty good companion for loafing along and doesn't mind our incessant cleaning.
When Charlie hangs out with Gus, they have another stuffed companion. These are the days of disapproval triads.
On another note, we wish we could send all of this rain we're having to our friends out West. Never mind those murder hornets, it's a Martian-Venusian hell on earth we're witnessing. If only we could do something to keep the flames away from Peaches, Rabbits Guy, and everybun else.
We'll keep you posted,
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