Plate Grass

It's great having longer days and drier weather so Whisky can get out in the garden more, but all this extra playtime for him means I have to find more things for myself to do outside.  Yesterday I thought I'd make constructive use of this time by taking a pair of scissors and a plate and cutting some grass and dandelions off the lawn for him to eat when he got bored and went in.

Can you guess what the flaw in this plan was? Given the choice of slowly nomming the tops off the grass yourself or having someone play the part of your missing front teeth and hand the grass to you on a plate (literally), there can only be one way to go...

"Oh waiter! Do keep 'em coming. And next time, not so stingy on the dandelion topping!"

Three Buns and Their Babies

Well it looks like May is going to be a tough month at the Rescue - we are set to be overrun with teeny tiny babies.  As well as Texas' litter of seven, who are now out in an aviary with mum (see below), we had another new mum and a pregnant doe about to give birth come in last week.

So, tough because of all the extra work, tough because of the extra financial burden on the Rescue and tough getting any work done when you're surrounded by volunteers who can't stop squeeing.

On top of all that, they can be pretty demanding little fellows those young-uns...

"You know why this bowl is empty?  Because YOU haven't refilled it since I just finished eating everything. Now get to it!"

Sundays Are For...

...mega-flop sunny super-naps!

"Zzzzzzz...."

(Sorry, you were going to get baby bunnies today but then Whisky did this and I had to share!  Baby bunnies tomorrow, promise!)

On Bed With Mad-Bunneh

Extra Whisky posts this week, trying to make up for the previous couple of weeks where he wasn't on here much. During those weeks either I was too stressed about him to take photo's or he was too grumpy from the medicines or bottom cleaning. My little boy deserves a little extra attention now and then, though sometimes if I'm too good to him it can go to his little fluffy head...

"Bring me my slippers.  Oh wait, I don't wear slippers - bring me yours so I can poo in them.  Or a snack.  Your choice."

M*A*S*H (ed Veg)

"If it helps you cope, call me Colonel Whisky.  That way I'm supposed to be eating in the mess."

Bun For The Road

"Hey you!  If you see my human, don't tell him but..."

"...I think I may have had one too many carrotinis tonight..!"

"Oh wait.  You ARE my human!  When did you get to be so blurry?! Now quit glaring and carry me to bed!"

The Adjustment Bun Though

"Your box?  Oh I was just...erm...looking...at it..."