Oh dearest Tate, I put the blanket in your favourite spot, just for you so you'd be snuggly and warm for your afternoon nap! Besides, Tate, that somebun was you.
Sometimes I worry about Lyle...
I regularly use Big Ears, Tiny Tales as a substitute for having any decent kind of memory. "When was such-and-such? Oh, it was around the time when that bunny did that thing! I'll go see when that was....".
This month I realised we had hit a significant anniversary in that it is four years since Anouska and MrB moved in. Sure, they were only fosters at the time, but since they turned into permanent residents without ever leaving again, I feel we should celebrate it anyway.
I didn't record the date, they'd moved in by this weekend, so we're just going to go ahead and celebrate it now. Happy anniversary, you grumpy old fluffs. I love you both very much, may we have many more happy days ahead!
[sigh] Yes, I suppose they do.
Note: Since they don't really do photos, these pics are actually from a couple of weeks back when I caught them unawares in the garden.
It's probably about time Anouska had another post. In case you've forgotten why my own bunnies don't generate regular posts...
Tate has discovered dandelions. His garden excursions now involve a lot of digging and rummaging about in the straggly winter grass looking for any tasty leafy goodness underneath.
Quick poll : Do you think we should feed this bunny more carrots or less?
Please write your answers on a carrot and post to: MrB, Fluffy Bunny Fat Camp, England.
Thank you.
Yours bunfully,
MrB.
