It's a Wrap.

I'm such a happy bunnie today. Yesterday started badly as I was taken to the vet all because my Primary Care Giver had one of her feelings which always means cat basket, car, vet. I'd hoped they'd forgotten about vets because it must be five months since I've been. Anyway, I showed my objections by wriggling about on the examination table and causing as much trouble as I could but she was right as usual. I had a flea! I knew I had an itch but didn't realise someone had set up house near my tail. The nerve of it.
Then my bum's nooks and crannies were shaved because I couldn't clean them properly as my fur was too thick. Now there's a bit of a draught but I feel free,free,free as a feather. And bouncy.
The vet weighed me. Perfect. Teeth, perfect. Eyes, superb. Ears, spot on. Tummy, nice and squishy. It's a good life.
I had my first Christmas card just for me from my friend Pauline-the-postie who looks after me when my lot are away. My sock is hanging on the Aga so all is set for the best Christmas ever because the dogs are going skiing with Simon and my Joanne so I won't be stuck in the utility room all day. I wonder how those gangly legged dogs will manage to ski? They look silly enough careering round the house and garden, legs flapping in all directions. I'd be so embarrassed if I looked like that. Oh well, we can't all be perfect.
Merry Christmas to all my friends especially to Hyperspace-George and his family, William, Smudge and Lennie.

Harve has carefully ignored one of the things the vet said. He should not be allowed beetroot sticks because they have added calcium. Rabbits don't need added calcium. It makes the urine thick and yellow and can lead to all sorts of things like kidney stones. So stick to grass and hay all you lagomorphs. And the odd carrot of course.

New Friends

House Rabbit. Two magic words. Wherever you are just whisper them and somebody will dash over to chat. Did you say you have a house rabbit? So have I. And off we go. New friends made immediately.

I haven't met my latest lot yet but their names are Rachel and Ian. Would you believe more Canadians? Then there's Lionel, a white baby lop who is just a few weeks old. J saw a photograph of him on a mobile phone. He is an expert binkier already. Of course his human is very proud of him. I'm hoping to hear from him when he learns to write.

I don't expect he knows how to make his bed yet so that's going to be my video this time. Don't let them fob you off with hay, Lionel. Ask for some small dozing mats and a nice bright red towel to show up your white coat. Towels are good to toss around, they're easy to get into the right position for a head rest and they can be popped in the washing machine where you can watch them swish around.
They seem to be cutting down on my tea these days. All I had yesterday was a bit of parsley, a sprig of mint, a few snippets of carrot, two measley slices of banana and half a dozen sprout leaves. Oh and one dandelion leaf. I could have eaten three times as much. I think it's a plot to make me eat more hay.

Your tea was more than enough, Harve. We don't want a fat rabbit who can't reach to clean those important places although you still dash around the house like a two year old which is very good excercise.

A New Hobby

If you have been wondering where I am I have lost my diary. It's usually beside my basket or under my big table so I can jot down notes and keep an eye on those little irritations I need to deal with, but I can't find it anywhere. Somebody has been in an extra tidying mood and interfered with my stuff.

Anyway I had to think up a new way of keeping everybody in touch with my goings on and had a brilliant idea! You'll never guess!! I've taken up film making. Harvey B Rabbit Productions! My lot think the initials, HB, sound too much like a pencil but I think it is quite impressive. Harvey Bunny Rabbit Esq. H B Rabbit CM, BSC (carrot muncher and beetroot stick cruncher). Yes, Lennie, they have eventually found beetroot sticks! I'll need help to put the videos on my blog so you can see for yourself how I spend my time instead of just reading about it. How I speed eat my herb salad. How I make my beds. How I entertain guests from behind my curtain burrow. There's a lot to being a house rabbit especially when you have free range like I do.

Mind you I haven't been allowed upstairs because the Canadian cousins have been staying again. Last time I sort of, well, peed in the corner of the bedroom they were sleeping in. It was my bedroom they were using and it was the only way I could think of to explain. The Norman always wears white socks so I decided to follow them around because they are much easier to see than the dark ones my lot wear. I think he was quite flattered.

OK. Here we go ..... Note the expert toss of the baby carrot for speed munching with my front teeth. See the way I keep my head in position so no-one else can share my stuff. There's more to this than meets the eye, it's not something to undertake casually.

Gay Paris

They've done it again. They left me on my own. Three days without television. Three days without being able to sneak out the back door and snack on rose petals, bean leaves, parsley and mint. Even worse they went to visit my pen friend Half-a-tail Mimi without my permission. I'd have gone with them if they'd said, I could have sunned myself on Paris Plage or taken a boat trip.

They do a good salad in Paris, Mimi would have eaten the olives for me. I tried to explain to her once about catmint being the thing for cats but between you and me I think she needs to join her local branch of Olives Anonymous. As you know I'm in complete control of temptation apart from dandelion leaves, rocket, valerian and other bits and pieces that might accidentally get in my way at ground level but Mimi climbs on tables to steal olives and leaves them all over the floor so poor Sheila treads on them the next morning. Anyway Mimi let me down pretty badly by cuddling my Primary Care Person. In my book thats a pretty low trick but typically feline. Crafty things, cats. And she's a girl.

So I'm thinking of crossing her off my Christmas card list and sticking to George, William, Smudge and Lennie.

On your own you say, Harve. I heard you did lots of entertaining and even persuaded Pauline- the-Postie to give you banana. Shame on you!

Warning for Lennie

My lot smeared lemon juice on the part of the TV cupboard I liked to nibble. HORRIBLE. Yuk!
Then they gave me a piece of apple tree branch about human finger thickness from the garden to strip whenever I made a move towards the same place. Really good for my teeth. Got them trained very quickly. I don't touch furniture now. No flavour so no point.

Harvey

Now I am seven

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.

Strike action ahead.

I'm just about to go on strike. It's the only way to change one or two things whic h have spiralled out of control. My control that is.

For a start, look at the length of my grass patch. Have I a great long tongue like a cow to wind round it and pull up stuff? Cetainly not. I'm a nibbler. I start at one end and nibble my way to the other. Even on my back legs I can't reach the top of these blades so can't even begin the job. And what if there's somebody in there waiting to pounce? I've seen toads in there and spidery things.
Then there's this new thing at tea -time. I'm expected to kiss J's nose before I get my grassy, herb salad at five-o-clock. I never had to do this in the past. All because she's been reading about people clicker training bunnies then giving them a treat. Just like being in a circus or one of those wild life parks where they train parrots. Poor things. M doesn't have to kiss anybody's nose before he gets his tea. Why should I?
But what to do about it? I could refuse my salad. Turn my back as we rabbits do if we want to be rude. Nope. Not a good idea. I like it too much. I could poo while I chew. No, J would make me go outside to eat it and it might rain. I think just ignoring the grass patch is easier.
There are a couple of other ways of going on strike. I could give up standing in front of the vacuum cleaner as I always do to show them where to go next. I could throw my dried grass out of my bowl , I could eat all the baby carrot tops in the grow bag although somebody seems to have started on them already. I could binkie in front of the TV at the most exciting bit of the programme. I could learn to chew furniture. Must give it more thought.
Had my myxie jab the other day. It doesn't seem five minutes since I was in hospital. In case the vet thought about keeping me in again, I shot up onto J's shoulder to make my point. You never know with vets. I was ok though and after toe nail clipping and a tooth check we came home.
Nothing much else has happened lately. Gardening mostly. I made a bit of a scrape the other day but the soil shot up onto my middle and gave me a surprise so I ran for the back door. It's much safer inside. I only did it because whenever I went out, J kept scrabbling with her hands in the soil to show me how to do it. As if I wouldn't know. M said he didn't know which was dafter, a rabbit who wouldn't scrape or a human showing a rabbit how to scrape.
But back to strike action. I don't think I'll bother after all. What's a bit of grass between friends and I don't hold grudges. I'll carry on nibbling the carrot tops and parsley though. Oops! Hope they don't read this. They're blaming slugs and snails at the moment.
Time for tea and that kissy thing.

PS. Good to hear from you Lennie. Watch out for the kissy thing. We rabbits must stick together.