Fur flies when you're having fun!

Alexah · Jul 9, 2008

I've tried the whole blog thingbefore, but I always get overwhelmed with having to make my blog perfect. So I figure it would be easier to have a couple of different blogs. That way all of my bunnies can be represented and I don't have to go crazy trying to update all at once.

I hope you enjoy my boys' blog!

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Alexah · Jul 9, 2008

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Potter McBunny here! I decided that I'd do a much better job of telling my story than my mom so I kicked her off the computer so I could get crackin'. She didn't think it would be a good idea for me to write in my blog, but I convinced her by doing my "cute bunny" thing. She thinks I'm loving on her when I kiss her, but the truth is that I've got her wrapped around my little paw!

I came to live with my mom on St. Patrick's Day of this past year. I have a kind of sad story, but it ends up working in my benefit since my mom often feels bad for me and lets me do or have anything and everything I want. I guess I should fill you in on everything that's happened.

The first part of my life was amazing. I was a house rabbit who was loved by a man, a lady, and two adorable kids. I had tons of toys, lots of treats, yummy food, fresh water, and a little cage I liked to sleep in. I loved my people and they loved me. But then some bad things started happening. The man, the lady, and the kids started yelling and crying a lot. I was scared by all the yelling and I couldn't understand it. If that wasn't bad enough, the man took the kids and left. I was all alone with the lady and I was very afraid and veryconfused. The lady wasn't the same and she acted like she didn't want me around anymore. Instead of being able to run around and play like I used to, I had to stay in my cage all the time. She sometimes forgot to feed me and I no longer got tasty treats or crunchy hay to nibble on. She walked around with a big bottle all the time and would scream, cry, and make a fuss over everything. Sometimes she would even get mad at me and squeeze me real tight or smack my bum. It wasn't fun at all and I missed the kids and the man so much. The lady had lots of big, angry men over and they were mean to me too. Sometimes they put the yucky water from the big bottle in my dish. It made me not feel good at all. I didn't like living with the lady anymore and I don't think she liked living with me either. That's why she wanted to throw me out with the trash. But luckily my mom saved me and now I'm living the life!

I have a huge pen now and I even have a friend! Well, I let him think he's my friend. We all know who the boss of the house really is! I get tasty pellets every day along with crisp hay, yummy banana chips, and other healthy treats. I also get to come out and play with my "friend" and with my toys every single day. My favorite thing to do, though, is lay on my mom's bed and snuggle under the blankies. It's so comfy-coze! And of course I have my mom. I do love her even though I like to raise h-e-double hockey sticks (my mom taught me that - he he!) and cause trouble. And I know she loves me too. How couldn't she?!

So, that's the story of Potter McBunny. I hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and don't forget, don't tell my mom what I said about her being wrapped around my paw...that could ruin everything. My master plan awaits!

*Cue evil music and wicked laugh.*

EmilytheStrange · Jul 9, 2008

YIPES, I love your pop art banners!!! That's my latest craze :biggrin2: Nuthin' says art better than pop art bunnies!

Alexah · Jul 22, 2008

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[align=left]Hi all! I'm Chester. Potter's been driving me batty about getting on the computer to introduce myself and tell you all about me. I've put it off as long as I could, but he said that if I didn't post to the blog today that he was going to do it for me. And that would've been a disaster! Let's just say that he has a tendency to not be the nicest bunny. I'd call him a bully (because that's what he is!) but last time I did that I wound up with a nipped tushy. Not fun. But that's just the kind of bunny he is. Not me, though - no-siree. I'm a gentleman. At least that's what everyone tells me. I tried to tell Potter that you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar, but it kind of went way over his head. My mom also tells me I'm smart, but when you're being compared to Potter...ah, nevermind.
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[align=left]I came to live with my mom this past May. It's hard to believe that it's only been a couple of months. It feels like I've lived here for forever. But that's not too important. What matters is that I'm here now and that I'm happy because it hasn't always been that way. And I guess that's what I'm meant to talk about with you all today - my story.
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[align=left]Sadly I don't remember a lot of my past. And since I was just dumped at the shelter earlier this year, no one knows what really happened to me in my previous home(s). I guess it's just as well that way, but it makes me sad sometimes to think that I don't have a history. But if it was anything like Potter's, well, I guess it's a good thing not to remember...
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[align=left]They tell me that I was brought to the shelter by my old mom because I was too much trouble and work for her and her family. I had been a birthday present for one of the children and while it was exciting having me around at first I guess I wasn't as entertaining as time went on.Thekids didn't want to play with me anymore and complained about taking the time to feed me and clean up after me. If only they had gotten to know me...I'm fun, I'm entertaining...but I digress. The kids would cry that they were bored and the woman would come home the next day with another furrybabysitter - aguinea pig, a cat, a pair of hamsters. There were even turtles and birds.Each time a new animal came into the home I was moved further and further away from thefamily I had come to love. First it wasinto the family room, then the youngest kid's room, and then it was the sparebedroom. But when the dog came, that was the worst. I was put outside. And after the second puppy? That's when I was brought to the shelter.
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[align=left]The shelter workers were very nice to me and I got a nice big pen to live in. It was clean and I had plenty of food, hay, water, and toys. But I wasn't happy. I was confused and sad - Icouldn't understand why I had beenreplaced. Was it something I did? Was I not good enough? To makematters worse, the people at the shelter weren't sure I'd ever be adopted because I was so shy.They were also afraid that no one would want to adopt me because I was "plain" compared to some of the other bunnies that came in and went out of the shelter.Don't get me wrong, no one ever called meugly, but becauseof my brown color and shy demeanor I wasn't first on the list of any people whowere coming into the shelter to adopt. But, even so, I guess the shelter was more comfortable and safe than the great outdoors.
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[align=left]Soon the shelter decided I should be put in afoster home to see if my personality could be brought out a bit more. It was the beginning of, well, the beginning for me. Because that's where my mom found me. It just so happened that a chain of very unfortunate events led my mom tovisita friend who was my foster mom!And she brought me home with her the very next day. And, silly as it sounds, Potter is the one that decided on me.So, wait, does that mean I have to let him boss me around?!
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[align=left]Now I'm living a good life. I have friends, a big house to live in, time to play with toys, my mom, and the other bunnies,and lots of food and fresh water. Things really are good and I really am happy. Shy no more, you all better watch out for me! I'm Chester! I might be plain brown, but there's nothing ordinary about me once you get to know me. So that's my story and even though there are lots of blank spots where Ican't remember everything, I'm happy for everything that brought me to my new life with my new mom. [/align]

[align=left]Oh, and next time you see Potter around? Please tell him that meeting me was well worth the wait! And maybe tell him "thanks" too, from me, for picking me out of the line up and getting mom to bring me home. [/align]