Bobbing for broccoli.

It might be because my lot are growing old or maybe its me but it's getting harder to teach basic essentials. Broccoli for instance. Look at this. Now, I call this a hint. Broccoli in water bowl means I don't want broccoli in my greens dish. If I don't want broccoli in my greens dish I don't want broccoli anywhere. I eat the stuff I like first then what's left I nibble because it's there and I might as well clear the bowl. But not broccoli.

Now, pea tops are good. Along with celery leaves,parsley and carrot tops, they are first on the list to attack .Cabbage, well, yes but it comes at the end of the queue and is eaten when everything else has gone. Spring greens are good if they are springy. I don't like them if they flop about.

I heard them telling someone they have to make soup out of the floppy greens left in the fridge because I don't like them. What's wrong with that? I get first pick, they eat the rest. That's the whole idea isn't it?

My friend Paris- Mimi says George Bush Senior hated broccoli as well. Yea!

Harve eventually bobbed for the broccoli. It disappeared anyway.

The Year of the Rabbit

The Chinese are my sort of people.They dedicate every year to an animal and 2011 is the year of the rabbit. Not that every other year is not dedicated to me. The downside of this seems to be an increase in recipes of you-know-what pie, or so my lot tells me. Some people seem to think it's funny to suggest putting me in a pot. You would not believe the number of times I've overheard that comment from my den under the table. Not only do they think it's funny but they think they are the first one to say it.
I suppose I repeat myself too but that's because I have trained everybody to react to certain instructions and these have to be the same every time otherwise they might not get the message.Sitting on the edge of the kitchen rug means I want a bit of carrot or banana. I do it every morning. Nudging feet under the table means I want a bit of what you're eating please or, stop using the computer because I need a cuddle now. You all know about staring at a door until somebody opens it and growling when I don't want to be picked up and stamping my foot when I enter a room in case they don't spot me on stage.
Maybe this will be the year when everybody in the world will at last understand that we rabbits are intelligent, loving, helpful, companiable animals who must not be imprisoned in a hutch for life. It won't happen of course because the human race is a destroyer of everything good and noble. It can't even make sure rabbits have a hutch at least six feet by two feet by two feet and then a good sized run to play in. Is that so difficult to understand?

A HUTCH IS NOT ENOUGH.

I might write to that lady in a red coat and ask her to hit people with her handbag if they keep rabbits in small hutches.

I'm in a spot of bother I did my Geronimo jump off the sofa and my lump came up again. It doesn't bother me though. It will go down soon.

Mafeking relieved.

This is a special news flash for my diary and all who read it. All is well. Panic over.I tore a muscle and a lump came up. It was only a traumatic hernia after all. I knew I felt ok. I saw both my rabbit specialists, Kim as well as Simon who had come in on his crutches so I had a second opinion at the same time.. They said it would not be advisable to mend it because it would be like trying to stitch tissue paper to butter so I am to take it easy and not do any more Geronimo jumps off the sofa for the time being. Mmm, will I be able to resist?

We companion animals are very sensible about these things on the whole. Fortunately we don't need to go hunting for food so we can rest. I don't binkie much at my age anyway. Binkying is for younger rabbits.

Thank you all for your kind wishes.