The Bunday Evening Thumps

Bun evening, Everybun!

Tucks out, loafing, not a care in the world today.

The biped's been down a peg all weekend after getting some preventative health maintenance done, and couldn't bug us as much as he would like to. Boo hoo!

We still arted last night, and all that, but when we disappeared, he just let us be. It's been very relaxing.

Unfortunately, he also put together why we've had such nice weather these past few days. Good grief, all that livingness getting deluged up north; right when we're about to start cheering a hurricane season that didn't season us for a change. Here, it's been two years since Hurricane Helene grazed us. Milton followed a week later :-(

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

P.S.: Equinox skies on Tuesday put on quite the show <3 

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Bun evening, Everybun!

Wait - can you believe it?
The days are about to get shorter than the nights. And there are no blobs in the Atlantic that we need to worry about!

And what does the meatsack do to celebrate? He sticks his uninvited head in the art room, and worries about Charlie not loafing to his liking. 

"Dur durr? Dur dur dur? Durr dud Metacam? Dur dur. Metacam."

They ended up wrestling, but Charlie got her and is snoozing, making tiny snoring noises.

Today's been a purely ad recharge day. We did fluids an hour late. The biped had to coffee to stay awake for that, but then just crashed. There comes a point when coffee only
stirs up crazy. And bun has to take a nappy break or else.

That said, we'll art tonight again.

Keep your paws crossed for our expression appointment tomorrow. Keep them good waves coming.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

P.S.: That little drawing of Charlie was purely an experiment with materials. We used a sheet of plastic 'paper' with a nice texture, but regular watercolors don't take well to it.
The pen for the linework took forever to dry and kept dissolving when mixed with water. Sometimes you try something new just to see what happens. And we're not complaining - there were cookies!

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Good evening, Everybun!

It's been stormy and cloudy all day, and the giant flamethrower in the sky stayed out of sight.

Our biped also stayed out of sight as much as he could. Of course, hanging out with us and staying out of sight are somewhat mutually exclusive, but we need a weekend once in a while too. 

Don't worry, though - the afternoon is still young, and he'll do what he can to make up for this this evening.

All of his pencils and stuff are picked out and lined up.

And if all goes well, there won't be anything to report till next Saturday. Just keep your paws crossed for us and keep them good waves coming.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Bun evening, Everybun!

The calendar might have rolled over into September, but the infernal heat continues to roll over us. The good news is, there are no blobs forecast to form in the Atlantic anytime soon.

Can you imagine having to evacuate and then try to find an exotic v.e.t? Dr. Zellner mentioned that she can show my biped how to do the bladder expression, and he may just take her up on it.

So we're grateful for the quiet tripics and this very lazy summer bunday. The rains came early today, watered the strawberry, and set the mood for loafing and artiong. The sorry sod is trying to catch up on sleeps; we're trying to catch up on doing bunny things, and there you have it. 

We arted last night and finished a big sketch pad with Gus as an experiment on the inside back cover. Now the plan is to use up more of the art supplies collection.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Good evening, Everybun!

Like Auntie Jane said, "We're in good shape for the shape we're in." Our visit with Dr. Learning at Avian and Animal Hospital went really well. Just imagine - two bunn-savy doctors in one place! Dr. Learning expressed Charlie's bladder, and a lot of stuff came out. That covered our fear of the bladder stone plugging up the poor girl. Then we decided to repeat the bloodwork we did back in February. And the numbers came back OK.
Creatinine is at 1.0 (no change) and something called "BUN" - we kid you not - went from 11 to 13 - still on the low end of the normal range. And even calcium went down a touch from 14.5 to 14.3.

My biped has been worried sick over those numbers for weeks now, and it's a relief to know we're holding wings level as much as we can.

Today, though, the meatsack has no idea how Charlie's doing. It's been a rough few days for Charlie. All we can do now is let her rest as much as possible. She's doing better on one paw, and on the other she sits in a bundo, staring off into space. Then she comes out for a cookie, and the dude is bouncing off the walls.

So the silly goose decided to pick a fight with the elephant grass in the yard to bleed off some of that scared energy, and it helped. The caring fatigue starts to feel chronic, with few means in sight to recharge. And nobunny wants to hear nothing' about "No end in sight" either.

If all goes well, we'll art tonight, hang out, pretend we're terrific. We experimented with a combination of a graphite stick, a water-soluble pencil, matte acrylic medium, and canvas. It all went sideways. Thank Bun it was a tiny canvas. 

Tomorrow, we have the option to drop off Charlie at the clinic, first thing in the morning, but that would mean extra stress as well. We're keeping our paws crossed for Charlie to keep on healing through the night. I'm supposed to get my wellness check at 5pm tomorrow, but if Charlie needs more care, she can have my spot. I'll get my nails trimmed and get the rest checked out later.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Good evening, Everybun!

We're doing well and still have a whole lot of this really lazy bunday left on our paws.

We had a good break from the biped yesterday, and today it swung the other way. Endless head rubs, onning on and on about everything and nothing, religion and politics; nothing was safe or spared. Before the sub-q fluids, Charlie started to groan, "Oh, for Bun's sake, just stab me already!" It's a good thing the sorry sod mended his way about the veg, or he would let us clear farmer's stand of greens and bunnanas. Instead, we got apple sticks, and head rubs. Thump!

Yeah, the new routine is more agreeable with our gizzards.

Last night we arted a tiny bit, and it wasn't that great, so we'll try to make up for it tonight. The meatbag was trying to get everything done early, so when we commence the evening galevanting, there will be nothing left to do but hang out with us, some paper and pencils.

When the biped returned home yesterday, he looked kinda funny. Like he couldn't keep his balance or something. I was trying to size him up to see if I need to call the glue factory. Never mind the horses - I got a semi-live one for you! They charge extra on the weekends, but whatever.

And then it hit me - he was stumbling about because his *rs was handed to him at the drawing session. Nothing came out right, so you know, with the caboose not where it was supposed to be, his center of gravity was off; completely out of the envelope, out of the normal limits. But somehow, he managed to stay vertical.

Maybe we'll all sleep on that one. It's been raining all day, and it's the perfect day to "snooz it over." After all, we need to be rested for tomorrow's trip to Dr. Zellner for Charlie's bladder expression. Keep your paws crossed for us.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Good evening, Everybun!

Well, well, well - a fresh batch of smack hay just got served! Oh, yes, we're doing well. Charlie is in the haybin, digging, noming, and foraging. Yeah, we're OK. 

Now the important stuff. Do you have any recipes for smack hay? Here's what we've got:

1. A base layer of oxbow timothy hay.
2. A medley of oat hay and orchard grass on top.
3. Very to extremely liberal sprinkling of:
4. Mint Flakes
5. Oregano Flakes
6. Thyme
7. Parsley Flakes
8. Belinda's Blend
9. Herbal Blend
10. Young at Heart Blend
11. All gently shaken so the toppings mix with the hay. 

Talk about your nose going crazy! 

Tonight we'll art and help the biped finish his big sketch pad. There are two sheets of paper left in it, and they are Charlie's. Maybe we'll start a little itsy-bitsy canvas for some experimental stuff. 

And we're keeping our paws crossed for that bladder expression appointment tomorrow. 

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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A good old minute in three acts: "Disapprove, Nome, Nap."

Good evening, Everybun!

The hoomin thought he could get all chummy with us this morning. We've tried to tolerate him; we really did, but come on, bun! The head rubs were good but not that good.

We're doing well otherwise. 

Charlie keeps on tossing the water bowls.

The blobs - there are two - will run into some pretty nasty wind shear and the Saharan dust.

We're making our hoomin clean OUR art room again - he deserves it.
Charlie's second anniversary of her bladder stone removal surgery is coming up.

We are so grateful for every moment we have with her, and for some reason we are on edge at the same time. What sort of cake should we prep for that occasion? What sorta art should we make?

And you're right, of course - we'll sleep on it.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Good evening, Everybun!

We are finally getting some rain! The rainy and groovy day really makes it easy to catch up on the zees. Which is good, because it keeps me from diving into the Sicience mag, looking for endigtments of humanity. But I digress.

Charlie is doing well, and we welcome the relief since that GI issue a couple of weeks back. Today, she's been attacking the hay bowl with verve and gusto.

Yes, we arted a little bit last night. Bun always hopes for more, but life is what it is and doesn't always cooperate. We're still grateful for all those good old minutes we got.

Bun willing, we'll try to have a better art night tonight with treats and all the trimmings.

Oh, thump, what's the point!? I've been digesting another article for weeks now. I was just hoping that it would go away if I ignored it. Instead, a little emotional gas bubble is growing, and I'll have to let it out eventually. Maybe next time. 

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Good evening, Everybun!

We're doing well. The little streak of those "good old days" keeps on rolling.

Last night, we helped my hoomin wear down a few pencils a little more, and we plan a repeat tonight.

But for now we're staying out of each other's way.
We're still trying to catch up on sleep after last week. I know my hoomin is still shook. There's still some soul searching going on. He needs a new ritual, something to worship up in the morning that does not involve cilantro and such.

Our evenings are fine, but the getting up first thing in the morning without something grand for us haunts him.

Of course, I don't know if we care. And we won't tell.

What we can agree on is that a healthy gut and humming gizzard are priceless.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

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Good evening, Everybun!

I sayz, "Start scribing early, like now."

The biped goes, "Why?" 

I sayz, "I don't know, just start."

So he started. Maybe because something is off today. Charlie does not seem to be herself. He appetite is OK, but something is off. She's been hiding way more than usual this morning. Exactly - that's all we can see.

My hoomin has a theory that when Charlie does not feel her greatest, she knows the hoomin will try "help," and that's more stress. So she bolts when she sees him.

Thank Bun, we have an appointment with Dr. Zellner tomorrow. For now we take it one moment at a time. We'll try to have another art night this evening.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

P.S.: We have found some soft, runny poops. Charlie ate a good 25 ml of recovery food with appetite restore and Bene-Bac. She also got some gas drops and a good belleh massage.

She kinda ate the Sarx mix with gusto, which is encouraging. Now the biped is beating his head against the terrazzo floor for over-vegging us. Then buntie Susan reminds him he's trying to keep Charlie eating as much as she can. Welp, we went over the line this time. Bun wants to scream at that razor's edge we're hopping.

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Charlie from an art night earlier in the week.

Bun evening, Everybunny!

We're knocking on wood and loafing about, tucks out and all.

Charlie has been doing pretty well since Friday without any additional Metacam, so the standing question remains, "What gives!?"

No matter, we enjoy the moments.

We didn't do any evening art last night; we hung out, and it was good and precious.

This morning we were up and ready for breakfast before the biped, and the misfolded protein thought he won the lotto.

Of course, he's still short on sleep, and keeps on doing not the zombie stomp, but the zombie schlep. No, he ain't no Iron Man.

And yours truly? I'm looking for the next article to get my teeth into in the Science mag. They go well with my apple sticks. My hoomin is worried.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus 

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Good evening, Everybun!

We're doing well; we're trying to catch up on naps. As expected, no bunny got any sleep last night. Misguided unfortunates kept blowing up stuff ad infinitum.

Possibly tangential to that is another article from a recent issue of the Science magazine that borders on bunfiction, titled "Toward life with a 19-amino acid alphabet through generative artificial intelligence design." It's a very short, human-readable piece about creating synthetic life using 1 fewer building block than the 20 canonical ones used by all life forms on Earth.

The article describes how that was accomplished but does not elaborate on whether that's a good idea. We are deeply concerned with this type of "hold my nannerini and watch this" messin' about in a petri dish.

If you need a concrete example of "life engineering" gone sideways, consider what last night sounded like.

Are those cases of pyromania short an amino acid of a full set of building blocks? We urge the authors of the article to go out into their neighborhoods and have a good look around. Of course, any self-respecting Science Officer for the Devil would argue that it was just bound to be discovered sooner or later. Just like someone had to split the atom.

And to add insult to injury, calling such a chimera any kind of "toward life" is a next-level twist of the shiv. 

That said, last night we tried to help our hoomin in his never-ending quest to "capture" us with the fewest pen strokes on paper. Here's to another boring bunday, and more arting tonight.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

P.S.: Here's the article if you wish to get your eye dirty: https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/science.aeb5171 

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"Charlie - Bunstorm Rolling In" - future 36 x 46

Good evening, Everybun!

Knock on wood, the best we can do today is to give you a drought report. We're still waiting for the skies to cough up a raindrop over here. The skies get groovy and cloudy, the heavens start to wrtch and dry heave with thunder, and nothing comes out.

Our strawberry ain't doin' any too good. It tried to produce a berry, but it's too miserable out there, and we think it gave up. Should we protest with a strongly worded post or a letter?

Back in the burrow, my hoomin is trying to squeeze all he can out of the day, but complains that napping like we do does not feel like squeezing anything out of anything.

He's been looking at Charlie's photo taken this week and still can't comprehend the skyscape that she is. She's even more stunning in black and white - nobunny wears it THAT well. Of course, that "this has to be painted" list gets longer and longer. Should he paint "just" a portrait? Or the full body? First one, then the other?

I get it. This is my bunwife, why do you think I feel so lucky!?

Good night and good luck!
- Gus