The Lop Files

Well, if I had a driver’s license, this is probably what my photo would look like!

I (and the human) apologize for being so absent lately. I wish we could say we were sipping mojitos on a gorgeous Caribbean beach. But instead, our summer so far has been pretty dull. The humans work all day, one goes to school at night. It’s been pretty boring around my pad.

There’s been lots of lounging in the air conditioning. Not that I mind. It’s far better than just the fan.

The one highlight of my week was seeing the 25 pound box of Timothy Hay arrive in front of my house! Yippie Skippie! It must be a fresh-cut batch, because the stalks are extra crunchy.

We think we’re going to shut down the cafepress store in the near future. The cost to keep it open is a bit too much for us … if we do the free version we’d have to cut back on a lot in the shop. My human wants to try and learn how to screenprint her own T-shirts, so maybe Bunny T-shirts will resurface in the future that way. Basically, we don’t want to rely on cafepress any longer. Mom is toying with the idea of opening a second Etsy store, just dedicated to me. But that is still in the “let’s think about it” stage.

And I’d also like to take a moment of silence. I was very sad to learn about Stanley. He will be missed. =( We lose too many friends to the Rainbow Bridge. It never seems to get easier.

Thump! Times Glorifies Animal Abuse

We are SO MAD about this article that appeared in the New York Times on Thursday. Titled “Peter Rabbit Must Die: Humane ways to deal with a pest problem,” the article does everything BUT concentrate on humane ways of dealing with wildlife.  Instead, the article is kicked off with a photo of a lop rabbit with a bulls-eye imposed on top.

The article goes on to introduce people — with their PHOTOS and weapon of choice — and how they take care of their “pests.” The story introduces you to Jessica who shoots snakes that frighten her. And Suzanne who clubs porcupines with a sledgehammer. It doesn’t stop there. There’s Joanna who drowns squirrels. And Wendell who shoots raccoons. Perhaps one of the worst offenders is Oskian who captures blue jays, ravens and crows and … kills them (we’ll reserve the gory details). The only person who did not allow the Times to use his name is the person known as the “Artist,” who shot woodchucks in his yard. (Let’s not even get into the journalistic ethic of using anonymous sources in stories.) The Artist is proud enough to admit to shooting woodchucks, but not enough to put his name on it.

What the Times does successfully in this story is glorify animal abuse. Let’s not forget that animals LIVE outside. Animals need food to live. If people are so worried about their carrot tops and lettuce patches, perhaps they should be growing their produce in a padded greenhouse. The yuppies the Times quoted could certainly afford to do that. And last I checked — raccoons don’t know how to pick a lock.

While the article briefly mentions The HSUS and ways to HUMANELY deal with wildlife — hell, they wrote an entire BOOK about the topic — it’s overwhelmingly lopsided. More attention and space should have been dedicated to humane solutions to dealing with wildlife. Oh wait. Isn’t that the subhead? Joyce Wadler has done an exceptional job of highlighting cruelty. Her sources seem to take pride in reporting their methods of “animal control.”

We’re disgusted. And we thump in your general direction. Given the opportunity, we will use that section for litterbox liner.

Chillin’

How do you stay cool?

Ho hum

I am annoyed with the human. She’s always too busy. Even to photograph me! My goodness doesn’t she think I need an updated photo? Hmrpf!

Lately she has started to do her “hobbies” in front of my house, as if this qualifies for bunny bonding time. Absolutely not! I will not be satisified until she sits with me and lets me ignore her.

For this, is the true, bunny bonding time.

Bunnies!!

The woman made this cake for her final in pastry school yesterday. She said she was inspired by me. It was German chocolate cake covered in chocolate Swiss buttercream with marzipan and fondant accessories.


I give it two paws up!

Just popping in to say Hi!

So… HI!!

Well first off– I am very very very sorry for being so MIA lately. I hardly see the Woman at all these days! Never mind being allowed computer access!

Things are going very well on my end. For the Woman, well, she has been crazy. She is doing a few too many projects and activities, if you ask me. I liked it a lot better when she was boring and played The Sims2 all day. Now she’s running to school, to work, to art fairs… oye!

I hope all my bunny friends are doing well. I’m going to try my best to catch up with everyone!! Starting… now!

Monday Bunday

Must… destroy… cottage…

5 Things That You Are Happy About

Mom is trying to keep a list everyday of five things that she is happy about that day. I’m going to give it a shot today too!

1. That I have a safe home.

2. Papaya tablets!!

3. Orchard hay. Hmmmmm. Orchard hay.

4. My big jingly ball. It’s perfect for picking up, throwing, and waking the humans.

5. My floor tile. I love the sound it makes when I dig on it. And it helps keep me cool in the summer. (And sometimes mom will freeze it to make it cooler on those hot hot days!)

What are you happy about today?

Buns that need help!

It has come to our attention that another bunny with major medical needs has come into 3Bunnies care. Wrigley was found abandoned in a baseball field in Connecticut. She has a VERY bad case of ear mites — which took months to get to this point. 3Bunnies is accepting donations to help pay for her medical bills. Please pass the word that she needs help!

P.S.
Daria, who we blogged about on Feb. 1, is also still looking for her forever home.

I was a bad bunny

Last night when mom came home from pastry school, the apartment was SUPER hot. So she opened a window and brought in a nice tower fan to keep me cool.

Fast forward five hours.

This morning mom let me out to run around before she went to work. She was cleaning my litterbox so I was “helping” her by unrolling the papertowels and bunching them, so that way they were ready for my mom. The fan was right next to me. And the wire was so so tempting.

So I started to nibble on it.

Mom heard me and flipped out! She said how it was dangerous to chew on wires and that I was a silly bun. After looking at the wire, mom took my fan away.

Then she came in with a smaller fan, this time I noticed it had a plastic coating on top of the wire, like our lamps outside. Then she dragged in a kitchen chair. After being very noisy while I tried to begin my morning nap, I felt that gentle breeze again. Not as strong, but still a breeze. I opened my eyes and saw that she put the fan on top of the chair.

I think she’s a silly human! Who puts fans on chairs?!