piperknitsRN
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Bunny Magic: The Simon and Olive Show
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piperknitsRN
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[flash=425,344]http://www.youtube.com/v/3DWwfmT3W8c&hl=en&fs=1[/flash]
Showcasing my video making skillz (which are dodgy at best).
Showcasing my video making skillz (which are dodgy at best).
JjGoesBounce
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Too cute! Pembrooke's blog will be up soon!
YAY!:yahoo:
YAY!:yahoo:
piperknitsRN
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JjGoesBounce wrote:
Let us know when you get the blog up and running!
JjGoesBounce
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The Blog's up and running!
piperknitsRN
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I am not feeling myself today; very tired, worn out feeling. Almost like I'm getting s-i-c-k.
The bunnies, however, are spry and lively as ever. Simon has taken to binkying around the living room like the cutie-patoutie that he totally is, simultaneously awkward and graceful... it's amazing to watch him sprint and leap and twist in the air for the pure joy of it.
In their calmer, more sedate moments, we have:
"I love you, dear."
"I know."
And:
"What's that you say? Dinner? Why, I quite agree!"
NOM NOM NOM.
A bit later:
"I'm outta here! Later!"
Like everyone on these boards, I'm sure, my bunnies give me hours of fun just watching them interact and cavort about. They have been sooooo good that I leave them free range while I am home, and sometimes when I'm gone. It's such a shame to leave such free spirits in a cage (though I understand completely why people choose X pens and other arrangements; I use the X pen myself when I am away or sleeping).
My bunnies of course, have different personalities. Simon is probably the shy one (he wouldn't come out from under the couch to greet the holiday sitter I chose yesterday) and just a tad skittish still. That's ok. He's sweet and charming and completely modest about his talents to charm grown adults. He's also my talker, and I delight in a bunny who's vocal--I'm always trying to figure out what my dear boy is saying with his oinks and little squeaks when he stretches and yawns. He's also the most apt to start a game of random chase with Olive. They don't exactly chase each other--they just sprint around helter skelter in that charming way bunnies have.
And Olive is my little cheeky money. Opinionated in a cheerful way, she's not overly shy, and other than her first ten weeks of life, has always been a house bunny, so she is used to the comings and goings of a household (Simon likes to retire under my couch and nap--she's usually a lot more on the go). She's also my foodie, and I have to watch it, because she could tend to put on a fair bit of weight if I let her.
No matter. Both bunnies are really the apples of my eye. Hope to one day get some prettier pictures on this blog. It's beginning to look like they live in a Soviet era gulag as opposed to a house, with all that drab no-color carpet in the pics.
The bunnies, however, are spry and lively as ever. Simon has taken to binkying around the living room like the cutie-patoutie that he totally is, simultaneously awkward and graceful... it's amazing to watch him sprint and leap and twist in the air for the pure joy of it.
In their calmer, more sedate moments, we have:
"I love you, dear."
"I know."
And:
"What's that you say? Dinner? Why, I quite agree!"
NOM NOM NOM.
A bit later:
"I'm outta here! Later!"
Like everyone on these boards, I'm sure, my bunnies give me hours of fun just watching them interact and cavort about. They have been sooooo good that I leave them free range while I am home, and sometimes when I'm gone. It's such a shame to leave such free spirits in a cage (though I understand completely why people choose X pens and other arrangements; I use the X pen myself when I am away or sleeping).
My bunnies of course, have different personalities. Simon is probably the shy one (he wouldn't come out from under the couch to greet the holiday sitter I chose yesterday) and just a tad skittish still. That's ok. He's sweet and charming and completely modest about his talents to charm grown adults. He's also my talker, and I delight in a bunny who's vocal--I'm always trying to figure out what my dear boy is saying with his oinks and little squeaks when he stretches and yawns. He's also the most apt to start a game of random chase with Olive. They don't exactly chase each other--they just sprint around helter skelter in that charming way bunnies have.
And Olive is my little cheeky money. Opinionated in a cheerful way, she's not overly shy, and other than her first ten weeks of life, has always been a house bunny, so she is used to the comings and goings of a household (Simon likes to retire under my couch and nap--she's usually a lot more on the go). She's also my foodie, and I have to watch it, because she could tend to put on a fair bit of weight if I let her.
No matter. Both bunnies are really the apples of my eye. Hope to one day get some prettier pictures on this blog. It's beginning to look like they live in a Soviet era gulag as opposed to a house, with all that drab no-color carpet in the pics.
SOOOSKA
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Great blog, you write so well, I get a good chuckle on some of the things you write.
Your babies are so darn cute too.
Ok i'm going to be nosey here. Are you a nurse who likes to knit?
Susan:?
Your babies are so darn cute too.
Ok i'm going to be nosey here. Are you a nurse who likes to knit?
Susan:?
piperknitsRN
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Thanks so much , Susan! Yes, I am a nurse who likes to knit. LOVES to knit, actually, but I haven't had time lately to really get into it. I went back to school for my doctorate and that consumes most of my knitting time--doesn't seem quite fair, but there you have it. (Piper is the name of my heart dog, a Westie who died a few years back and who I miss with all my being still). Appreciate your comments; thanks for reading!
piperknitsRN
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Here's Olive's forty seconds of fame, doing what she does best... eat! 
[flash=425,344]http://www.youtube.com/v/5C33DAuL-bU&hl=en&fs=1[/flash]
[flash=425,344]http://www.youtube.com/v/5C33DAuL-bU&hl=en&fs=1[/flash]
piperknitsRN
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Last night I came home and felt very, very punky, so I had some tea and toast, took some medicine, and crawled into bed early, without putting "the kids" in their X pen. I figured I'd nap a bit, then get up and put them away safely for the night. After all, they'd been such good little angels, free range and everything for unsupervised periods of time.
This proved a minor gaffe on my part, as I was awakened to some really irritating scuffling noises about my head.
Turns out, it was a rabbit (Olive to be exact) racing around my bedroom, doing her darnedest to wake the living dead (me). She did everything from run behind the bed and the wall (where electrical cords with protector wire protector made a very annoying rattling noise indeed). When I finally managed to extract her from behind the bed, she took a chunk out of the wicker nightstand for good measure, dug on a pile of clothing left carelessly on the ground, and chomped on my computer wire--which survived her purge only because I was quick thinking enough to shoo her away from it before she dealt the death knell.
It now bears Olive's signature front teeth marks as a testimony to her attempt to Destroy and Conquer Ye Evil Computer Cord, Version The Second (the predecessor received far more traumatic damage and had to be retired as it was deemed a fire risk after she was through with it.) As I have a lap top that's portable, it's the one wire cord that I simply "watch," and usually the rabbits aren't allowed in my bedroom, but both broke through to the inner sanctum last night, and let me tell you, it was sheer bunny pandemonium. I had no idea my sedate Olive had in her her still. Perhaps she was taking my illness personally, and telling her human slave in no uncertain terms that time off was absolutely unacceptable to her lapine work ethic. Not when there's wicker woven furniture to be gnawed on and power cords to be deftly spliced.
Poor Simon, who had wandered in (and whom I saw first, and summarily managed to mistakeningly label the culprit in my sleep hazed funk) shot out of the bedroom like the sensible creature he is, but Olive kept coming back for more hijinks (read: to bug the ever living daylights out of me.)
If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was taking advantage of mommy being sleepy, ill-feeling and napping. It was like she was on bunny crack--I haven't seen her this energetically naughty since she was a wee bun-bun, if I've ever seen her so cheeky.
O rabbits. You are a Pain in Thine Hindquarters at times, but I love you so, still.
This proved a minor gaffe on my part, as I was awakened to some really irritating scuffling noises about my head.
Turns out, it was a rabbit (Olive to be exact) racing around my bedroom, doing her darnedest to wake the living dead (me). She did everything from run behind the bed and the wall (where electrical cords with protector wire protector made a very annoying rattling noise indeed). When I finally managed to extract her from behind the bed, she took a chunk out of the wicker nightstand for good measure, dug on a pile of clothing left carelessly on the ground, and chomped on my computer wire--which survived her purge only because I was quick thinking enough to shoo her away from it before she dealt the death knell.
It now bears Olive's signature front teeth marks as a testimony to her attempt to Destroy and Conquer Ye Evil Computer Cord, Version The Second (the predecessor received far more traumatic damage and had to be retired as it was deemed a fire risk after she was through with it.) As I have a lap top that's portable, it's the one wire cord that I simply "watch," and usually the rabbits aren't allowed in my bedroom, but both broke through to the inner sanctum last night, and let me tell you, it was sheer bunny pandemonium. I had no idea my sedate Olive had in her her still. Perhaps she was taking my illness personally, and telling her human slave in no uncertain terms that time off was absolutely unacceptable to her lapine work ethic. Not when there's wicker woven furniture to be gnawed on and power cords to be deftly spliced.
Poor Simon, who had wandered in (and whom I saw first, and summarily managed to mistakeningly label the culprit in my sleep hazed funk) shot out of the bedroom like the sensible creature he is, but Olive kept coming back for more hijinks (read: to bug the ever living daylights out of me.)
If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was taking advantage of mommy being sleepy, ill-feeling and napping. It was like she was on bunny crack--I haven't seen her this energetically naughty since she was a wee bun-bun, if I've ever seen her so cheeky.
O rabbits. You are a Pain in Thine Hindquarters at times, but I love you so, still.
JjGoesBounce
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Lol. I know what you mean. EEK! Pembrooke binkied!
piperknitsRN
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This post I shall entitle "Bad Bunnehs... And the People Who Love Them."
So last night I had Little Shop o' Bunny Horrors going on in my house. Olive (who we've affectionately nicknamed "The Honey Badger"--they are not nice creatures) repeatedly tried to access the space between my headboard and the wall, even after I, in all my sleepy glory, blocked it off. If that weren't enough, this morning, she decided if she couldn't get through, she'd get on the bed stand to get where she wanted to go. Honestly, I should be so smart and determined.
So she's not happy, and I'm not happy. Did she ruin anything? No. It's just that her behavior is exasperatingly endearing. It ticks you off, but you can't help but laugh, right?
I am still feeling punky this morning and decided to take the day off. I'm still working on stuff, but in a noodling-about-this-can-wait-til-later way that's effectively not getting much done.
Much more fun to blog about the bunnies, who seem to have lives more conducive to joy than the average human being. :wink
So last night I had Little Shop o' Bunny Horrors going on in my house. Olive (who we've affectionately nicknamed "The Honey Badger"--they are not nice creatures) repeatedly tried to access the space between my headboard and the wall, even after I, in all my sleepy glory, blocked it off. If that weren't enough, this morning, she decided if she couldn't get through, she'd get on the bed stand to get where she wanted to go. Honestly, I should be so smart and determined.
So she's not happy, and I'm not happy. Did she ruin anything? No. It's just that her behavior is exasperatingly endearing. It ticks you off, but you can't help but laugh, right?
I am still feeling punky this morning and decided to take the day off. I'm still working on stuff, but in a noodling-about-this-can-wait-til-later way that's effectively not getting much done.
Much more fun to blog about the bunnies, who seem to have lives more conducive to joy than the average human being. :wink
LakeCondo
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I suppose you could think charitably that Olive was worried about your health, so decided to entertain you. LOL:bunnynurse:
piperknitsRN
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Ha ha! That's hilarious! Concerned for her mom--yah, I'll bet. Because Olive's always about empathy for others.
JjGoesBounce
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Lol(ipop)
piperknitsRN
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I wish I had a bit more to write about the bunnies (and less writing to do for grad school) but the Dynamic Duo are getting into some mildly amusing hijinx all the same. Their most active time seems to be at what would have been dusk several months ago--i.e. in the middle of summer--but now happens to be night time (about eight or nine thirty at night). Simon tears around the living room like his paws are on fire, surely for the pure bunny joy of it, and Olive had a speedway going on last night, ripping up and down the carpet like a crazy bunny.
Olive. What can I say about my Miss Mischief? Lately, her idea of fun is to sneak into my room (when human slaves forget to close the door, the bunnies will indeed play) and hop up on the wicker night stands. Of course, she hops off when I come into the room, meaning to chastise her, but usually ended up laughing. She thinks she's so very clever when she does this, and yes, it is a battle of wills, but one I'm not too worried about winning, as the entire point of the exercise seems to be to scout around for any goodies that might have been left there, or else trying to figure out how she getting to Forbidden Zone The Second, aka between the wall and the bed headboard (Forbidden Zone The First being the computer room, and I love watching them scheme their way into that particular territory. You can almost hear the "conversation" they're having as the stealth approach the room in an oh-so-nonchalant way that fools nobody).
Olive's also taken to artistically marking her territory around her litterbox with a stray couple--or more--of poo pellets just about every time she jumps out of it, which is on my short list of Very Annoying Bunny Habits (the fact that I live in what appears to be a Hay Factory masquerading as an apartment is another matter entirely). If I didn't know better, I'd say she was leaving her poos to spite me, because I have a litany of cranky things to say when I see this happen, while she blithely foot flicks away, supremely unconcerned. Personally, she must think I'm thwarting her creative efforts, and probably thinks she has a very dense human to train. I mean, how hard can it be to appreciate and leave alone those artistic configurations of stray poop, after all?
My laptop (as opposed to the command center with all the internet cords in the office) is generally housed in the living room, where the bunnies spend most of their day, alternately lolling around, munching on hay, and sprinting around as if their life depended on it, just for the heck of it. I really only have to put them in the X pen when I go to sleep or else leave the house for extended periods of time, but they really don't seem to mind.
The newlyweds Simon and Olive seem to be quite chummy, though Simon's taken to retiring for most of the day under the couch. Olive sometimes follows suit, but in general, she's the food hog, nearly always grazing on hay.
And that is what is going on in Bunny World here on the Lapine Channel. Stay tuned for more hijinks!
Olive. What can I say about my Miss Mischief? Lately, her idea of fun is to sneak into my room (when human slaves forget to close the door, the bunnies will indeed play) and hop up on the wicker night stands. Of course, she hops off when I come into the room, meaning to chastise her, but usually ended up laughing. She thinks she's so very clever when she does this, and yes, it is a battle of wills, but one I'm not too worried about winning, as the entire point of the exercise seems to be to scout around for any goodies that might have been left there, or else trying to figure out how she getting to Forbidden Zone The Second, aka between the wall and the bed headboard (Forbidden Zone The First being the computer room, and I love watching them scheme their way into that particular territory. You can almost hear the "conversation" they're having as the stealth approach the room in an oh-so-nonchalant way that fools nobody).
Olive's also taken to artistically marking her territory around her litterbox with a stray couple--or more--of poo pellets just about every time she jumps out of it, which is on my short list of Very Annoying Bunny Habits (the fact that I live in what appears to be a Hay Factory masquerading as an apartment is another matter entirely). If I didn't know better, I'd say she was leaving her poos to spite me, because I have a litany of cranky things to say when I see this happen, while she blithely foot flicks away, supremely unconcerned. Personally, she must think I'm thwarting her creative efforts, and probably thinks she has a very dense human to train. I mean, how hard can it be to appreciate and leave alone those artistic configurations of stray poop, after all?
My laptop (as opposed to the command center with all the internet cords in the office) is generally housed in the living room, where the bunnies spend most of their day, alternately lolling around, munching on hay, and sprinting around as if their life depended on it, just for the heck of it. I really only have to put them in the X pen when I go to sleep or else leave the house for extended periods of time, but they really don't seem to mind.
The newlyweds Simon and Olive seem to be quite chummy, though Simon's taken to retiring for most of the day under the couch. Olive sometimes follows suit, but in general, she's the food hog, nearly always grazing on hay.
And that is what is going on in Bunny World here on the Lapine Channel. Stay tuned for more hijinks!
piperknitsRN
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And now, what readers really want.... pictures!
Here's one of Miss Olive as a cheeky young thang of 12 weeks. I call it "Floor surfing":
And a cute shot of Simon and Olive nose-to-nose:
And last, but not least, a very short video of Olive grooming Simon, creatively entitled, "Olive Grooms Simon."
Here's one of Miss Olive as a cheeky young thang of 12 weeks. I call it "Floor surfing":
And a cute shot of Simon and Olive nose-to-nose:
And last, but not least, a very short video of Olive grooming Simon, creatively entitled, "Olive Grooms Simon."
JjGoesBounce
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Aw. Very Cute
piperknitsRN
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Thank you!
piperknitsRN
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So, the one good thing about being a grad student (again) is that I spend a lot of time at home, toiling away on some painful Power Pointless presentation, or a paper. Like this weekend, for example.
What's good about that?
The bunny-watching, of course! It's super-duper optimal, as they have free run of the living room during the day, and I'm here, sitting on my butt yet still slaving away in front of a computer screen... Yup. Me. For eight hours a day. Sitting on a puritanical wooden chair that screams "You need an ergonomics consult, STAT!", no less.
The bunnies have figured out that when I go into the kitchen, miraculous goodies appear from the heavens, as if by magic. Today's Adventures In Good Nomming included baby carrots and apple twigs. Normally, Olive could give a rat's ... but since Simon came along, what's hers is hers and what's his is hers, silly bun bun.
We had stereo nomming going on:
[flash=425,344]http://www.youtube.com/v/_xxGARNUvH4&hl=en&fs=1[/flash]
I'm done with fiddling around with my Power Pointless presentation and my lame paper; I'm not happy with either of them, particularly, but at least the bunnies got some well-deserved munchies whenever I needed a break. :wink
What's good about that?
The bunny-watching, of course! It's super-duper optimal, as they have free run of the living room during the day, and I'm here, sitting on my butt yet still slaving away in front of a computer screen... Yup. Me. For eight hours a day. Sitting on a puritanical wooden chair that screams "You need an ergonomics consult, STAT!", no less.
The bunnies have figured out that when I go into the kitchen, miraculous goodies appear from the heavens, as if by magic. Today's Adventures In Good Nomming included baby carrots and apple twigs. Normally, Olive could give a rat's ... but since Simon came along, what's hers is hers and what's his is hers, silly bun bun.
We had stereo nomming going on:
[flash=425,344]http://www.youtube.com/v/_xxGARNUvH4&hl=en&fs=1[/flash]
I'm done with fiddling around with my Power Pointless presentation and my lame paper; I'm not happy with either of them, particularly, but at least the bunnies got some well-deserved munchies whenever I needed a break. :wink
