Carrot-free zone.

I've gone off carrots! It's official. Maybe not for ever but I'm putting it in my diary so I will remember. I thought I might write to the papers. " Rabbit refuses to eat carrot." More interesting than the stuff they publish most days. I rip them up if I find newspapers on the floor.

Carrots go with rabbits. Always. So, what's left for me? Well. there's.....

......homegrownbeanleavespeatopscarrottopsfreshgreenssweetheartcabbageflatleafparsarsleymintappleleavesbananasandsoon. When the dish is empty, I sit in it. I can get most of me in there and when they spot me, they fill it up again. Nothing to it.

They are talking about it here of course. Is it his teeth do you think? Open his mouth and have a look. No, you open his mouth. He doesn't like it. Should we take him to the vet? No, if it were his teeth he wouldn't be able to eat his crunchies and he is eating his hay which he wouldn't do if his grinding teeth at the back were troubling him. We'll wait and see then.

Phew, no vets. I hadn't thought of that.

My bedtime carrot is still left beside my dish when they put the lights out but somebody gets rid of it during the night. Hmmm.

Heard from my friend Lisa, yesterday. She has a lionhead bun to keep her house in order and help her run her Hay Experts business. She was very worried the other day because she couldn't find her. Eventually, she looked behind the sofa and Noonie had chewed her way into the back and was fast asleep inside. I think that beats my frilled arm cover. I'm so jealous. What a bun!!

As far as the carrot thing goes, why shoudn't I go off things? People do and after all, I am just a furry person after all.
What's this? Diving board? Chewy mat?