|Gus, "More - head rubs. More - cookies More - head rubs! More Cookies!"
|Gus, "The Bunvent Calendar all set up in my room now - thanks to Bunty Susan!"
|Espresso, "Hoomin, you better stop looking at my floof - I wanna hear that pen on paper moving!"
|Charlie, "Does he know about that sock filled with pellets? I know where he sleeps."
Greetings, Everybunny!We started the day right - with cookies and head rubs. My hoomin thought he was ready for the weekend this morning - until he petered out. At least things feel wintery and festive. And since we're supposed to have another front come through, bun can't ask for a better day to loaf and nap. And art. We'll art too.
My hoomin and Spressy were hanging out during the evening this week, trying to push that painting. Or at least the sketches and studies for a part of it. Of course, bun of us must always keep an eye on the hoomin - you just don't know about that sort.
We realized that now he marks time from appointment to appointment. What used to be "measured" in weeks now gets marked off by blood work appointments. Sigh. So, of course we art; we double down on cookies, head rubs, and snuggles til it's time to get up and demand "more."
We'll keep you posted!