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Thursday, November 30, 2017


Oh shoot! Hoomin, I know what's wrong with my mouf! A nanner, it needs a nanner!

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Follow Cinamon and Jake on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Mango and Finn

No, I'm sure she didn't see me. Just act normal, will ya?

- Thank you, Rondi!

PS: You can follow Mango and Finn on their FB page at https://www.facebook.com/mangoandfinn/

Tuesday, November 28, 2017


I think we should talk about this concept of ”remote working.” You know it means that you remotely think of work and mainly concentrate on me, right? Right??!

- Thank you, Päivi!

Monday, November 27, 2017


Nice try, hoomin! Just slide the salaaaad right here!

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Follow Cinamon and Jake on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update

Greetings Everybunny!

The clip is 2 minutes and 8 seconds of our road trip in a basket, plus a dinner salaaaad.

Last Sunday we thought we were out of the woods regarding our bonding issues. By night time, Latte and Charlie were grooming each other, and all seemed well. Then, later on, that evening they turned on each other. Latte bit Charlie in the ear and drew blood. Stupid hoomin was too slow to intervene. They regressed so severely that Charlie had to back to her art room and the gate in the doorway had to put up again.

So, this past Friday we went on a little road trip to a nearby farm to pick some fresh greens. The trip went well. There was no fussing, biting or biting.

When we returned home, we were hoping the two would reconnect a bit. Well, no such luck. Now we have no idea what else to try or what to do next. Charlie and Latte will stay separated if that what it takes, but the hoomins are bummed out to no end over this.
We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

PS: Audio clips are courtesy of NASA and the ghostly clip came from klankbeeld and freesound.org (https://freesound.org/people/klankbeeld/sounds/411464/)

Saturday, November 25, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 3

While Zoomer stayed glued to the window, I updated my notes. We had two major items left to do: find and capture the booster we just sent off and perform the deorbit burn. When it's all said and done, we try to live through each flight and go home for dinner. There's no such thing as a lousy dinner after a flight. It sounds trite, I know, but I don't know of any bun going to space to boil themselves frozen in the airlock. We just love to make the journey, because that's the best topping for any dinner salad no matter how humble or fancy. If Zoomer keeps it up for a couple more days, she will have no problems. She is passing with flying colors.
Zoomer by the window
I joined her by the window. She was still gazing outside like we all love to do. "It's true; the stars don't sparkle, do they?" asked Zoomer. "If you like this, just wait until you get to go outside," I added after a long pause and stayed by the window until we entered the next night cycle. It was getting late and the day had been a long one. I grabbed a couple of soft biscuits from the pantry locker and warmed up some chamomile tea, fortified with vitamins and minerals. I asked Zoomer if she wanted a sleeping agent, and she said yes. I mixed that with her tea. I decided to take nothing, and that would leave me sleeping, well, like a rabbit.
We spent the rest of the evening having a dinner snack by the window. Before we retired for the night, we turned down the temperature in the capsule, got out some thermal blankets, and lined with them the sleeping pockets. That is as close as a bun can get here to sleeping under a cozy duvet. I like being on the couch that is in a flight deck position. Should something happen, or if the center needs to get a hold of us, we are right by the controls. Zoomer yawned and stretched, and she was out in no time. She gritted her teeth a little, and her whiskers twitched. It took me a while to drift off into slumber. I already missed Abby and wondered how she was doing on her hydroponic trip.
Zoomer and the experiment
The next day, I got up early. I didn't get much sleep during the night, and the sleep I got felt lousy. Somebun at the Center had a stuck mike. I could hear the calls reminding him of it, and he would fix it, but then it would get stuck again. I kept waking up and overhearing gossip, or arguments about updates, or crews not knowing when engineering is doing maintenance on the systems without telling anybun. The nonsense just annoyed me. Luckily, we had a pretty light day ahead of us. I warmed up the capsule and woke up Zoomer. She opened her eyes and for a second, had a look of panic. Then, it all seemed to drift back into place for her. It would be so much faster if things could fall into place here, but in microgravity, you get what you can. I got the breakfast going, and Zoomer performed the usual morning checks, attitude, orbit, systems, and logs. As we nomed the soft biscuits and sipped the raspberry compote, we went over the science experiment Zoomer had to deploy. She would do that during the call with the class of bunletts that designed the experiment. I think it had something to do with synthetic microorganisms and the effects of cosmic radiation on their decision-making, or something like that. Or maybe I'm confusing the flights; I don't remember exactly. Zoomer set up the video call with the bunletts, and they would guide her through the entire exercise. The crowd on the ground looked formidable. At first, the little ones were very shy, but they relaxed once we turned to the deployment of the experiment. In the background, I saw some older buns that did not look happy. Maybe this was too boring, or they thought this whole affair was way beneath them. They just seemed like a bunch of disdainful inquisitors. The introductions and pleasantries were uncomfortable and awkward for everyone, but once the bunletts started on their checklist, they forgot about the whole world. They fought over the instructions, argued with bun another, and created a tourbillon of excitement that seemed bigger than all of them put together. Zoomer let them go on like that for a while until she had enough and called them to attention. I floated in the background, "upside down," of course, and tried to put on a serious face. One day, Zoomer would be doing the same thing I am, and somebun from that warren on the ground would be here, trying to command the attention of a swarming and thumping cloud of fuzzies.
Once they settled a bit, the class leader started from the beginning, explained the purpose of the experiment, and began reading off the checklist. Her friends watched everything she did, ready to pounce on any mistakes. Thus, Zoomer unpacked the experiment from one of the storage lockers and proceeded to follow along with the bunletts. Now, the little ones were starting to climb over bun another to get close to the screen, trying to will themselves into the capsule with their little mouths gaping and eyes popping out. Zoomer took the first part of the experiment and secured it to the capsule with a restraint strap while I got the exchange lock ready for the second part. Once we got the second part exposed to the outside environment, the bunletts activated the experiment with a radio signal. The tiny indicator lights on the containers lit up, and the telemetry from the experiment started arriving on the ground. They went wild again. Zoomer was smitten by the nervous energy and excitement of the little buns, and neither of us wanted to move on from this exercise. Zoomer promised everybun to check in with the class after the flight, but that did little to cheer up their now sad, fuzzy faces.
Zoomer and the experiment
The time came for Zoomer to do some proper flying and recapture the booster. It sat in a slightly higher orbit, so Zoomer had to catch up with it. She did all the preparation for the burn, and I did whatever she asked me to. She delegated well and kept me busy. I handled all the support details for example, talking to the Center, verifying parameters, and double-checking her calculations. The few hours it took us to change orbit dragged on forever. Zoomer thought they flew by like minutes. She did seem a little anxious, but it was her first rendezvous. Her calculations proved to be spot-on, and she was ecstatic when the booster came into view right where she expected it to appear.
She worked hard to close the final distance to the booster and used up a lot of maneuvering fuel, but the docking went by the book, and she didn't exceed any tolerances. Once she docked, we waited a bit for confirmation that we had a good lock and seal, but it never came. To me, everything looked fine; I thought maybe we had a bad sensor. Nevertheless, it meant Zoomer had to release the booster and re-dock, hopefully clearing the glitch.
Zoomer during the docking
She did that, this time relaxed and with more confidence. We waited again. I was sure we had a bad sensor. All of the supporting instruments were in green, shoring no leaks, and all latches were closed properly. I called the center and insisted that the docking should count as satisfactory. For Bun's sake, she did it twice! I heard the chief controller grumble in the background, but the final word came back affirming that the maneuver counted. That was all I wanted to hear.
Nonetheless, Zoomer frowned. She turned to the console again and gave the call to stand by for booster separation. She would let it go, and some bun at the center would take over the booster. It would be picked up by a recycler and returned for refurbishing on the ground.
Mr. Toes
But when Zoomer executed the command to separate, nothing happened. Then the master caution light came on. Before Zoomer could say anything, the center asked us to stand by as if they were expecting this.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Sweeny and Camilla

If you're not sharing pellets, then don't touch my cilantro!

- Thank you Mellissa!

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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Hoppy Thanksgiving from Penny

Hoomin, I know you're grateful this is not your flesh. Now, where's my carrot pie?

- Thank you, Audrey!

Wednesday, November 22, 2017


Hoomin, what do you mean "I think I'm the king of the world?"

- Thank you, Rondi!

PS: You can follow Mango and Finn on their FB page at https://www.facebook.com/mangoandfinn/

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


I do declare, hoomin, you forgot the nutriberries again!

- Thank you, Fleetie!

Monday, November 20, 2017

Jake and Cinamon

"No, we're good, hoomin. We're fine, you go and get that thing out there, you can do it!"
"Oh Jake, stop it! You're not funny!"

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Follow Cinamon and Jake on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update



Greetings, Everybunny!

The good news is Latte's leg is healing nicely. In other news, Latte hates the medicine. For some reason, she took the first dose very well, slurped it up right off the syringe. But since then, it's a case of "Wrestlemania" twice a day. Same goes for the cream application to where the wound used to be.

For some inexplicable reason, Latte started chasing Charlie, as if they became unbonded. Espresso and Charlie seem to be getting along OK though. It might have started when a hoomin tried to give Latte her medicine mixed with a bit of nanner and raspberries. The trouble was, everybunny wanted a piece of that, thinking it is just a treat. An absolute mayhem ensued. To make things worse, Latte did want to eat it anyway.

Ever since that moment, Latte "forgot" she was a BFF with Charlie. Now, we are trying to decide whether to let everybun work it out on their own or should we organize a flight in a clothes basket.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Saturday, November 18, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 2

The clock hit zero. There's not much we can do now. The Cap Com confirms it, laconically, without any hint of the panic my microbiome is starting to feel. I keep one eye on the control panel and one on Zoomer. Neither of us can mess up this part too much. The worst that can happen is that Zoomer's paw gets twitchy, she pulls the abort handle, and it's over for us. We might end up dead. A small rocket mounted on top of our capsule would fire and pull us away from the booster. Then, hopefully, the main parachute would open, and we would be on the ground shortly. We would be done, and Zoomer would be done with her commission. She could fly kites after that, on her own time and dime, of course. Thus, for the moment, doing nothing is considered a satisfactory performance. We watch the gages showing the main engines come up to half power, then three quarters, and finally hundred percent. Just as important are the supporting gages that could betray the first signs of stress on the engines that exceed the safety limits.
Gloves off
Zoomer keeps her cool, and so do the engines. That's an excellent news. I saw one of those engine assemblies melt during a test. When one of the flights aborted before liftoff due to an overheating power coil, they decided to stress test to failure that entire set up. From time to time, they do that to engines at half of their service lifetime, just to test engineering's estimates against the realities that engines face during their service life in the fleet.
That was a spectacular display of angry, vicious, molten metal, ceramic and composite, evaporating, flying in all directions, and raining calamity on everybunny around. Some Rex in a yellow hard hat next to me got half his ear blown off. The good news was that didn't happen to a crew during the launch.
Red Hop capsule concept
This time, everything is in green, and my gut check agrees. Even my bum, clad in a bulky pressure suit and sitting on a shock absorbent couch, feels that the engines are running just right. With the power plant running so smoothly, you might forget there is a raging, hot catastrophe punishing the ground below, and just then, the acceleration starts and reminds you that this is for keeps. All of a sudden, you are going! You don't feel the speed, but you do feel the pressure on your body. It's becoming harder and harder to move a paw, and something is pushing me into the couch. Something is trying to pull the muscles off my body into a puddle of flesh, and it's getting harder to breathe. That's when I start to appreciate the genius of my couch. I feel pressed into the capsule and become one with it in a perfect fit. Every part of me feels welded to the ship by the g-force, yet the exact fit feels comforting, and my chin feels like it found the right spot to rest in this beast.
I keep watching Zoomer. We cleared the tower a while back, and time and altitude are starting to be on our side. The pressure caused by the hard acceleration eases somewhat, and that's enough to bring on a significant relief. I finally noticed the Cap Com running a commentary and being overly reassuring. I realized he's grating on my nerves. Is he getting chummy with Zoomer or something? Zoomer is smiling though, but I think she is entirely oblivious to the trying-too-hard Cap Com.
Zoomer at console
In a few minutes, the little window in front of us turned completely black. Another moment and the engines cut out, and I felt myself lifting off the couch. My head and body lurched upwards, relatively speaking, and the helmet and the suit held me in place. It was a violent jolt, a jarring goodbye from the booster letting us know that we were on our own, for now. All the pressure on my body disappeared, and I felt suspended in the cocoon of the suit.
We got very busy after that with a lot of housekeeping chores. We checked the capsule for leaks and got a confirmation from the ground. We had to verify the radiation protection system as well. Only after all that were we able to take off our bubble helmets and get out of the suits. Although Zoomer seemed distraught, she was adjusting to the new environment pretty well. I watched her just to be sure. She tried to scratch her ears a couple of times, and it looked like she was convulsing. After a couple of tries, she figured out that she would have to put one foot in a restraint and use the other one to scratch. Then,she would have to switch to get the other ear. I have to admit it; those are the simple pleasures in life that never get old, the rookies trying to figure out how to do things that, until orbit, have never required any thought.
Zoomer through the window Mr. Toes
Once the chores were under control, we rotated the couches on their rear hinges to a position where they were pointing toward the nose of the capsule. After they locked in place, we could use them as seats with restraints or even as beds. Half of their top covers were made of elastic fabric and acted like big pockets. A bun could crawl into one and sleep, and the pocket would "hug" one to the cushion.
Next, we got rid of the booster and sent it flying away from us. Zoomer would have to rendezvous and dock with it a day or two. We would worry about that part later. To finish the day, Zoomer corrected the capsule's attitude. She fine-tuned it by paw and set the computer to keep it aligned. The first adjustment had to be manual, and when she finished, I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted to binky, but it's almost impossible to do that here, so I bounced from side to side. Zoomer got to a window and became still for a long time.

Friday, November 17, 2017


You promised, NO Friday pictures!

- Thank you, - Thank you Collected Moments - Bunnies and Mellissa!

PS: You can follow Camilla, Oscar and Melvin and the rest of the crew on their FB at Collected moments - Bunnies

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Beyonce and Betty White - looking for forever homes


Hoomin, do you want to be a part of our buntourage? Do you know how to make big salaaaad?

- Thank you Collected Moments - Bunnies and Mellissa!

PS: Mellissa says, "Beyonce needs a foster or adoptive home! Beyonce was adopted but unfortunately due to allergies in her new home, she is coming back to the rescue. She is a very sweet and friendly rabbit, spayed and litter trained. Betty White needs a new foster home! Betty is a young female bunny, spayed and litter trained."

If you think you'd like to foster or adopt, please fill out the foster or adoption application at Hoppy Home Rescue (Newfoundland):
Adoption: http://www.hoppyhomesrescue.com/adoption-contracts/

Foster: http://www.hoppyhomesrescue.com/foster-care-application/  

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Beatrix and Bill

"Bill, don't be so mean to him!"
"But you see, Beatrix,  next time the salad will be twice as big!"

- Thank you, Fleetie!

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Latte Update

Good News, Everybunny!

Latte is back from the V.E.T., and she's in good shape. Has four legs, all working as expected, and she's on good terms with Espresso and Charlie. We have cream to put on her foot once a day, and she has to take an antibiotic twice a day. Everybun at the vet loved her, and she was roaming about and made friends in the office in no time!

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Monday, November 13, 2017


Your couch? What couch is that? I don't see another couch here!

- Thank you, Christina!

PS: Tomorrow's post, The Late Night With Latter, will be up, well, late ;-) We'll know what the V.E.T has to say.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Don't let the bottom pix fool you; I'm a top shelf disapprover all the way! So, there I was, trying out a new bun cave. Espresso tried it and like it. Or not, because all his favorite noming artifacts disappeared.

This morning we discovered that Belinda, the spokesbun for SmallPetSelect, mentioned us in her latest blog post!

Latte has a V.E.T. appointment, first thing this upcoming Tuesday morning. We found a scab on her left, hind leg. Her ankle joint looks a little enlarged and there's something that looks like a small, open wound. None of that seems to be slowing her down, and we came across purely by chance. So, on Tuesday, we'll make the post in the evening, after we have a better idea of what is going on.

Hopefully, this is nothing. Then again, with all the bunns that had left for the Rainbow Bridge, this is playing tricks on one hoomin's noggin and turns his legs into rubber.

Until Tuesday,

- Espresso

Saturday, November 11, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 1

When I got to the "white room," Zoomer was already waiting for me. The white room was a small, final preparation area at the end of a long gantry leading to our ship perched on top of the Red Hop rocket. The suite tech and a couple of his assistants, students I think, already had Zoomer ready to go. She was sitting on her hind paws, looking way too calm and composed. Her suit looked like it doubled her tiny, Lionhead body, and you could almost mistake her for a Dutchie. I think this was the first time I saw my very young cousin all ready to go on a flight. We had spent the last two days going over and over the plans for her final check flight, and we had worked through a lot of the emergency scenarios in the sim. She had been training in that sim for a long time before her check flight became a date on the calendar. For us, it was mostly a chance to see how well we would work together. Now, we were about to face the real thing.
Red Hop capsule and booster system Zoomer
I am not sure how she rigged the lottery or manipulated the system to draw my name as her Flight Examiner. I almost declined the assignment because of that, but then again, it could have been pure luck. The last thing I wanted to deal with was the possibility that she may bust the ride and I would have to flank a blood relative of mine. Of course, she knew her stuff, and our simulator sessions were great, yet I was apprehensive. After all, you can simulate all you want, but if you give the low-orbit environment half a chance, it will put you in your place feet first in a blink of an eye.
The tech felt around, and tugged and pulled and thumped from time to time. His two "assistants," more like hopping distractions, sniffed and watched and tapped on the gauges with concern. One of them frowned and proudly announced that my diaper light had turned amber. So, I had to make a small deposit already – big deal. Anyway, he felt smart and observant – good for him. I finally asked the tech if they could help Zoomer get situated in the capsule.
Zoomer and Toes
He motioned to his assistants, and Zoomer settled in on her couch. As the couch molded itself to fit Zoomer's contour perfectly, the students secured her restraints, plugged in her life-support system, and started checking for leaks one more time. Their supervisor inspected their work and nodded with approval.
Zoomer on her couch
I got the go-ahead to settle into my couch as they rolled Zoomer into the capsule. As I took my place, I felt the cushion press against and adjust around my torso and hind paws. Even through the suit, the shape-shifting couch felt a little strange. I checked my front paws, making sure I had the required freedom of movement to reach everything on the console in front and a little below me. For now, the most important piece of equipment was the launch abort handle. I say "for now" because up until a certain altitude, this would be our last chance to get the capsule away from the rocket if things got bad enough. Until now, no bun yet had to use it, thank stars, but if we had to, I sure didn't want to be the first one to screw it up. I wiggled my duff to check the fit and comfort of the couch. I already felt like I was floating on air.
Mr. Toes
They finally rolled me into the capsule, and I heard and felt the heavy clangs when the couch locked in place. On my right, Zoomer was already scrolling through the final systems checks and paid no attention to me. Her head was in the game as it should have been. She was the Commander after all. So far, everything looked pretty good. The tech finished mucking about with us and slowly tried to crawl out of the ship. That's the only thing I didn't like about the Stratoberry capsule. Somehow, engineering never figured out a graceful means for the technicians to do their jobs. I watched the indicator lights as I felt the guy still trying to claw his way out of the ship. A little later, the sound of the main hatch closing let us know that the capsule was about to get sealed off, for better or for worse. For a moment, the cabin became strangely peaceful and serene. The only noticeable sound came from the ventilation system in my suit as the freshly recycled air gently meandered around my mouf and whiskers. I caught Zoomer looking at me with a big grin on her mouf as our countdown clock kept on running down closer to zero.

Friday, November 10, 2017


So, who is Melvin, mom? And where's my white carrotini?

- Thank you, Mellissa and Collected moments - Bunnies

PS: You can follow Oscar, Melvin and the rest of the crew on their FB at Collected moments - Bunnies

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Dougie and Penny

Oh look! The hoomin's up and getting lost again on the way to the salad pantry.

- Thank you, Audrey!

PS: Audrey says, "They are definitely unhappy with setting the clocks back an hour because breakfast and dinner are late."

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

How Time Flies, Mr. Toes

It's been just over a year since you had to leave for the Rainbow Bridge, Mr. Toes.
It feels like it was yesterday.

In this spot, imagine a long, silent moment of contemplation and gratitude for all your inspiration and influence.

We'll always remember you, Mr. Toes.

- Ijon


Ohhhh! It's always the hoomins, isn't it?

- Thank you Benny and Friends!

PS: You can follow Benny on his FB page.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


So, I need to grumble about the salaaaad, right? ... it's too small or not cripeh enough, and the hoomin isn't snapeh. Right?

- Thank you Mellissa and Collected Moments - Bunnies

PS: Melvin is in foster care with Mellissa. He's 8 weeks young and came from the Hoppy Homes Rescue (FB: facebook.com/pg/HoppyHomesRescue).

Mellissa says, "He is from the group of babies from Pandora momma. (...) They have a lot now that need care and Homes."