Good Evening, Everybun!
My hoomin disappeared for half a day yesterday and came home with a tiny little paper bag. He put it down next to my pellet bawl and expected binkies in return. So he went to that party where the hoomins put together a hundred plus treat bags for buns at the foster home. They also make treats with seagrass mats that can be hung up for the buns at the SPCA.
Well, I'm not touching that thing; I don't care what Buncle Kurtis put in it. Of course, Charlie and Gus got theirs and tore them up right away.
Oh, one more thing - the little guy thought he could get one past me this morning. Gussy-Smarty-Pants thought wrong. Now he's shy a clump of fuzz on his hiney.
And now for something completely different. The hurricane season ended yesterday, and we got away with another one! That really makes a bun grateful.
We'll keep you posted,
Emerson and Earsies really appreciate your refined sense of discernment, 'Spresso, and they have vowed in my presence to emulate it. Gus better be careful. E and E sort of did the bunny yin yang the other day and I have been tending to two bunny hineys ever since. Sometimes those bites can be really deep or, worse yet, missed until they get infected - really sad stuff.
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