I wrecked my basket today and scrabbled up my dozing mats into a messy heap. It felt really good when I'd finished. Sort of satisfying. Usually I don't mind when they go out but when it got round to salad time and nothing came I had a bit of a tantrum. I sat there for ages waiting in my usual place but nobody came. Oh, there was my dried grass which is delicious on the whole but there's a time and place for it and 5 o'clock in the afternoon is not it. That's the slot for juicy green grass and herbs. I like things to be regular.Well, I'm seven now you know and deserve much more consideration. Although I celebrated my birthday in September last year that was really to mark the day I was chosen from a pet shop so I must have been a few weeks old then. It fits because my pcg has her birthday in August too and we are so much alike. We know what each other is thinking. Apart from an odd slip on her part. A lot of time and effort is saved because of this coincidental fact. I won't tell you how old she is going to be.
I wouldn't say much has changed over the years. I still have a fine head of hair and healthy teeth. I'm not overweight, my running speed is up to scratch, I can come to halt on a sixpence and binkie whenever I feel like it. I might sleep more and I like to take time over my crunchies in the morning but that's all. No, I can't say I feel any older. They would say I nag more often. That's because I do enjoy my carrot and banana and sometimes they get that wrong too. It should be every hour on the hour but they just don't understand. My young pen pal Lennie would support me there. I hope he's keeping his humans up to scratch.
Those pink things by the way, Len, can be trained to pick up any messages you might inadvertently leave behind. Good roughage for them but there is the danger you could be put outside in a hutch if the others notice. That's what happened to a rabbit I know. Beware.
How did he get his rug that far away? At least he left his teddy alone. Usually it's the first thing to take to the air.
