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Saturday, July 4, 2015

The Disapprovers - down in there ...



We saw dust particles floating in the air. Our headlights illuminated dirt and more dust at the bottom. It was hard to tell at first what the stuff a foot below us was. Couple of dead bugs, thick, spongy cobwebs, some really old sand. Plain old dirt and filth.




Suzy lifted her head, turned her headlight off and whispered "I'll go on the lookout, you two try to make sense of it". She turned away from us and took a soft hop, telescoped a little, turning her ears like radar dishes. She took a couple more hops and telescoped again, finally sitting down on her rear and listened.

Looking at Molly, I asked "... any gut feelings about what's down there?"






"Nope, but I think it's all very dry, that's good. I don't like the awful visibility, all those cobwebs creep me out though" said Molly.

I wonder if we can get a dig started and make us a little tunnel.

I stretched out, laid flat on my belleh and crawled as close as I could to the opening, trying to reach the dirt bottom with my paw. No joy. I needed to get closer, but if I did I'd spill into the hole. I crawled back away from it and sat up.



Covering my head light with my paw I looked at Molly and motioned her to come over to my side. "Molly, I need you to hold my rear paws so I don't go into the hole".




"Are you sure? Let's get Suzy and tie a rope around your belleh or something. That way we can pull you up."

"No, there's no need for that, I'm sure I can reach the bottom, just need an inch or two"

"Ok, sprawl." said Molly.



So I did and inched forward a little, then a little more, finally hanging over the edge and almost touching the bottom.

"Molly, a little more"
She let me slide just a bit further.

Edge of the floor pressed against my ribs announcing I would have very little time exploring like this. My front paws gently touched the ancient, soft dirt. It smelled like... well, like dry, old dirt. I looked around as much as I could, turning my head in that position. Light from my lamp got snarled in those cumulocobwebs.



Well, without jumping all in there was no way to explore much and I wasn't ready for that. Maybe I could just scrape some of that dirt, run my paw through it and see what turns up. More dirt? Concrete? Metal? Wood?

If we have a concrete slab there, our adventuring would be cut very short. There would be no digging under the blueberry bushes, no wild raspberries or napping int he sun, no binkies in the wild grass, no fireflies in the evenings. Is that dark enough for you?



I run my paw through it again, harder this time, getting to the harder, more impacted dirt. How deep is ...


 
- Thank you Renee!


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Friday, July 3, 2015

Polly


What do you mean this is all the saaaalad you brought, hoomin? You’d better be joking.

You’d better have brought kale and broccoli and parsley and coriander too, hoomin!
 
You wouldn’t like it if I had to Disapprove Of you for insufficient saaalad!
 
Now scuttle off and fetch my proper saaalad! And Make It Snappeh!

- Thank you Fleetie!

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Cookie and Fluffy




Mommy is bothering us with a camera! Mommy, would it be too much bother to makes us a proper nutriberry pie instead?


- Thank you Cookie and Fluffy!

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Scout



Do you have any idea how log it took me to mess up my pen just the way I like it? Sooooo, I'm ready for my consolation nanner!

- Thank you Lizzy!

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Oliver


But this is my approving face. Would care to see the disapproving one?!?

- Thank you Molly!

Monday, June 29, 2015

Gary



Excuse me? It's M*nd*y,  you disturbed me in my cardboard condo and you brought nothing?! Disgraceful hoomin!


- Thank you Jaime!

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Mr. Bun update





No news is good news kind of a week :-) Noming, hopping, pooping giant pellets full of hay. Can't ask for more.

I'm getting more used to my bum bafs though. When I have to have one from time to time I can almost stand in the sink on my own and not freak out. Who knew?

I'm getting lots of snurgles and head rubs - as it should be, of course. Hoomin plays a surrogate bun best he can. He'll cup his hands so I can stick my nose in there and stay like that for as long as we can. Or at least for as long as his knees can take it.

You know, when one bunn is wedging his or her head under the belleh of another bunn? Yeah, we play that a lot. I have to be careful though, I fall asleep sometimes and can't keep my eye on him. Because, you know, hoomins.

- Mr. Bun

PS: Dear Auntie Jane,
Your knitting offer is a truly a heart flutter inducing proposition :-) Our apologies for such a late response, but we were just thinking if there's anything at all I wouldn't mind. Came up with nothing. But... there's this routine we go through every time I get a bum baf. I sit in a little doggie bed lined with a pad and hair towel so I can get a little less wet. Then I get covered up snugly with a towel and receive all the headrubs I like. Maybe a little rectangular knit would be great? I think that would change the status of the procedure from 'routine' to 'ceremony' ;-) - Mr. Bun