Monday, 11 June 2018


I am very sad to report that my dear Anouska is no longer with us. Following a lifetime of back issues, her pain and immobility became a serious issue these last few weeks, so after exhausting all our options her vet and I decided it was kinder to let her go - at around 10:25 this morning, 11th June 2018, she crossed over to the bridge.

She may not have been a big fan of the camera, but her life with us was still well documented both on this blog and over on Big Ear, Tiny Tales. There is no better way to remember her wonderful personality and signature sun-lit flop-naps than re-visiting those pages, something I will surely be doing many times over the coming weeks and years.

My dearest Anouska. You were a special little soul that I will never forget. It felt such a privilege to be able to give you more than four years in the kind of home you wanted, after who knows what you had endured for the first part of your life. Rest pain-free and in peace, my beautiful old girl.

Saturday, 26 May 2018

Tate Catch-Up

"You came to visit? And you didn't bring me basil plants or 'nana? What kind of friend are you??!!"

Sunday, 13 May 2018

In Daisies We Stand

One corner of the garden has been infested by a plague of daisies. Why couldn't it be dandelions?! Ho hum. At least they make for a pretty backdrop.

"Would you like us to dig them up so you can plant dandelions?" guys, gardening/landscaping...I somehow doubt that would end productively for me.

Friday, 4 May 2018

Better Hidden

Rabbits can be a bit rubbish at hiding sometimes. Not our MrB though - I really think he's got it mastered.

That's some advanced ninja-level technique there!

Sunday, 29 April 2018

Access Denied

Apparently, "humans aren't allowed in the VIP area". I thought about putting two carrots on my head to look like bunny ears, but I somehow doubt they'd make it past this bouncer...

Monday, 16 April 2018

It's A Trip

"If you've finished taking your nap on the floor, get me some snacks, I'm feeling a bit peckish. All that dashing under your feet at the last second has given me an appetite. Oh, nice landing, by the way."

Saturday, 24 March 2018

Back To Bed

Tate and Lyle went back to the Rescue today. They were stressed (they thought they were going to the vets again), then relieved (much hay and arrival treats were nommed) and then sulked. It was very difficult leaving them there, I don't know who was more upset.

"This will not do. The mattress is made of hay, the big TV plays the same show all the time and the indoor area is just a little too...outdoors."

My house will never be the same without them. Cleaner, less wee on the sofas, but not the same.