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Friday, February 13, 2015


Who the devil do you think you are! What 'your bed'? You get the box for the weekend.

- Thank you Annie!

PS: More adventures of Jonny and Jay on Instagram at http://www.instagram.com/jonnyandjay


Auntie Jane (It is official!) said...

I never get "the box" for a weekend. It is always "the tar pits" for me. I am assuming that Annie is a fabulous hoomin companion, and this is her Valentine's Day present - sort of a spa weekend from a bunny.

Anonymous said...

The nerve of some hoomins! Attempting to assume ownership of a bunny's bed; I mean, really! (Jonny's little helicopter ears are truly adorable :)
-Jen (Kohl's mom)

RG said...

Sort of looks like Jonny just landed and found a hoomin in there. I guess if your name starts with "A" and it is the 2nd weekend of February in an odd numbered year in the northern hemisphere, then you get that weekend in the box instead of the tar pits. Something like that.

Anonymous said...

Dangit. I guess 'Anonymous' doesn't count *sigh* so, I'm off to the pits. Enjoy the box, Auntie Jane! :)
-Jen (Kohl's mom)

sallyneary said...

You got the bed up until now so it's only fair. Pity how dense people can be. Poor rabbits have to spend all their time explaining simple logic.

Auntie Jane (It is official!) said...

Jen, I am sorry to report (from the tar pits) that "Auntie" doesn't work either.

Fleetie said...

Quite right too, Jonny! You are the bunny-boss, and the hoomin(s) can sleep on the floor.

That's how it should for with us hoomins! <3 <3 <3