The Bunday Evening Thumps

Gus

Charlie

Rheya,  the Rescue Rexie, figured out in no time what to do with a raspberry.

Good Evening, Everybun!

We're trying to take it pretty easy today. It only took a couple of sleepless nights for my hoomin to fold toward the end of the week, and we're still trying to get the wings level. It's going to be an early night for everybunny. 

The new girl eats like a champ, inhales hale, devours greens, and poops like a pro. No bun could ask for more. 

We're still not sure what the color of her fur is. For the moment, it's that of a helpless bun dumped somewhere and left to fend for bunself in the infernal Florida sun, with a tinge of brown. We suspect she might be a shade between Inconel and titanium, a lucky gray. Burnished and darkened by her exposure to hoomin nature. Maybe we can help her heal some of that.

Another good thing that happened last week was that our hoomins got to meet a couple of rescue buns and their hoomins. There was a lot of picture taking, and we'll have more on that next week.

 Good Night, and Good Luck!
- Gus