And The Award For Best Bunny Slave Goes To

I am convinced that bunnies are the most sensitive pets in the world.  Not only do they require daily brushings, lots of attention and the freshest of foods, they also refuse to drink or eat from any bowl other than their own.

To say bunnies are territorial is putting it lightly.  Everyday, my bunnies will mark their territory by chinning everything from their food bowl and litter box, to their hay basket and toys, clearing indicating to the other two what belongs to them.  If you so much as let another bunny near their bowl, they will share their thoughts on the matter by having a full-out bunny tantrum.    

All my bunnies are given their own pellet bowl, water bowl, salad bowl and their own hay basket.  Rigby and Pilot have the same kind of salad bowl and the same kind of water bottle.  

In order to avoid giving the wrong bowl to the wrong bunny, I have to look for subtle differences.  For instance, Rigby likes to chew on his things, so his bowl has little bite marks on it, while Pilot’s is smooth and clear.  Rigby’s water bottle has red writing on it, while Pilot’s has blue. 

Unfortunately, the other week, I messed up, and accidently gave Rigby’s water bottle to Pilot, and vice versa.  Being the oblivious bunny slave that I am, I didn’t notice the mistake.  It wasn’t until Rigby refused to drink water, that I noticed something was wrong.     

Mind you, Rigby is like a little camel, he loves his water, and is always the first one to need a refill.  Well, on this particular day, he didn’t even touch his water, and I couldn’t for the life of me, figure out why not.   It wasn’t until I noticed the mix up and switched their bottles, did he finally start drinking water.

Jojo is a different story.  Just the other night he threw a bunny tantrum, and tossed all the hay from his basket all over my living room.  Jojo has a fondness for the fuzzy, cattail-like pieces of hay, in fact, he prefers eating these over the straw-like pieces. 

Now, I do a lot for my bunnies.  Unfortunately, picking out and serving only their favorite pieces of hay is not one of them.  Jojo didn’t like the fact that he had to dig through the entire basket in search of his favorite pieces, and decided to let me know this by tossing his hay all over the room.

In the end, I ended up having to search through the mess of hay that covered my floor, in an attempt to appease the bunny.  I spent the rest of the night feeding him his fuzzy hay pieces.  Luckily, I was rewarded for my efforts, and given plenty of bunny licks all over my hand.   

Bunny Slave to my three boys

Window Gazing

It has been brought to my attention recently, that Jojo has developed an infatuation with the outside.  Specifically, with the shrubs located right outside my living room windows.

It all happened a few weeks ago.  During the day I usually pull open the living room curtains so as to light up the room without having to turn on a lamp.  On this particular day I decided to go ahead and open up the blinds to let in more sunlight.

Immediately Jojo came up behind me, stood up on hind legs, placed his front paws on the windowsill ledge and started staring outside.  After seeing this, I went over and pulled up the blinds so he could have a better view of the outside.

For about five solid minutes, Jojo stood there, standing on his hind legs while gazing out the window.  A couple of times he even tried jumping up onto the ledge, but was too small to reach. 

Since then, Jojo has spent a lot of time by the window.  I even had to get two pillows from my couch to use as a booster seat for him, that way he would be more comfortable and have a better view.

Apparently Jojo appreciated my efforts, and even voiced his approval at his comfy seating by chinning the pillows, letting me and his brothers know that they were now his. 

On an unrelated note, Jojo also exercised his authority as the boss of the apartment by conducting his weekly rechinning of all the furniture in my living room, including a pair of shoes that was laying around, Rigby’s water bottle and a few Play Station games that were actually neatly tucked away on a shelf.  On an even less unrelated note, the games are no longer neatly put away, some were pushed to the back of the shelf and some spilled onto the floor.

Between his constant window gazing, and the fact that he runs to the door every time I open it to leave, I think it’s time Jojo learns how to put on his bunny harness.  Unlike Rigby and Pilot, who I can actually get into their harnesses, Jojo has a tendency to run away and hide anytime I try putting his harness on him.  Hopefully by his birthday on the 13^th, I’ll be able to get it on him, that way I can take him to park to play and celebrate his birthday.

Shout out to my Pilot and his cute bunny face :) He's the only one of my boys that actually likes to cuddle with me.

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me

Last night, I took a quiz on buzzfeed.com called “How obsessed with your pet are you?”  It goes without saying, that my score was pretty high, teetering between flat-out obsession and pure craziness.  It might have something to do with the framed bunny picture I have hanging in my living room, or the fact that I only give my bunnies bottled or filtered water.

It might also have something to do with all the planning I’ve been doing for Jojo’s first birthday next month.  As of now, his gift and cake have been taken care of.  For his gift, I am getting him this bunny toy where you put his favorite treats inside these four wooden boxes.  The boxes slide into this little shelf, and attached to the boxes are pieces of rope that he can grab with his teeth.  The point is for him to slide and pull out the boxes with his teeth in order to reach the treat.

 For his cake, I am making him a banana-carrot-strawberry cake, topped with mint and rose petals.  I am also currently in the process of buying party hats small enough to fit him and his brothers, and am working on making his birthday card and invitations.    

While we’re on the topic of Jojo, you might like to know what he’s been up to this past week.  First off, Jojo has now become a free-range bunny.  He is left out all day and all night, and has full access to every room in my apartment.  As of now, it seems to be working, Jojo has been a good little bunny, and nothing appears to be destroyed.

Because of his newfound freedom though, he thinks it means he can stay up all night, running around and playing while I’m trying to sleep.  He ends up sleeping throughout the day, and wakes up just in time for dinner when I get home. 

He’s also much braver now, you know, since he’s becoming a little bunny man.  Instead of hiding away when people come over, he now hops up to them and sniffs them before hopping away.  Sometimes he even lets them get in a pet or two.  He has also taken to running to the door every time I open it.  He’ll hop right up to the edge and peek his little head out, before getting shooed away.

It’s like having a baby; once the baby starts walking they get into everything.  Once the bunny got complete freedom, he started going everywhere.