Rabbits in the garden.

These rabbits are in my friend Celia's garden and she can watch them play through her window. I haven't met them but I would like to. They don't have anybody telling them what not to do all day. Lucky things. I think I've worked out why it's so hard for me to clean myself properly. Just look at the shape of their faces then look at mine. Flat as a pancake! They have such nicely pointed heads so they can reach all the places a rabbit needs to reach to keep clean. Mind you I wouldn't want to stick my face down there so it's ok. I think I am much more adorable the way I am. Yesterday was a bit worrying though. They shut me out of the house by mistake and I was all by myself for hours. I could have starved to death if I hadn't managed to stay alive by eating bean leaves. And parsley and mint and rocket. It was tough but I managed it. I wonder whether I can persuade them to shut me out again today.

It was all of half an hour Harve. Don't exaggerate. We realised as soon as you weren't bobbing up and down in front of the television screen preventing us from watching the 6 o-clock news.

Lisa, Alison and Me

This is my friend,Lisa. I had some new hay from her. You can see some of it stuck in my willow ball. Good stuff to nibble. You can find Lisa on http://www.thehayexperts.co.uk/

I was my naughtiest ever last week. Alison came to stay and slept in my bedroom with me and guess what I did? At five-o-clock in the morning I thumped. Over and over again I thumped. I thumped for an hour but she wouldn't get up. My hay and water bowl were with me so I carried as much hay as I could over to my water bowl and stuffed it in there until it spilled over. Then I pooped outside my litter tray but she still didn't get up.

Now, I love Alison but there are some things I just won't share. One of them is my bedroom.

I've definitely blown it because she was going to give me a PhD for my work on my diary because that's her job but she says I can't have one now. Professional hay Devourer I would have been and I could have put the letters after my name. I'm a bit upset. I wish I hadn't done it now.

Anyway, the good news is my vegetable and herb patch is doing well. I keep a check on it- make the odd scrape to keep the soil in condition and so on. I never nibble stuff unless it is in my bowl though. Well. you have to keep standards up when you are a house rabbit. Except for the business with Alison. Oh, dear!

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My friend Celia sent me this willow ball. Good fun if things like grapes, hay or strips of carrot are stuck in it. Must tell her how quickly they disappear. She bought it in outer space I think..

I told you so

I told you so! I knew it. I knew it I knew it I knew it! I've been to have the dreaded Rearguard and have been huffing with my face towards the wall for hours. I tried to hide up J's jumper but could only manage to get my head there with my bum sticking out so the vet got me! How did he know I was there when he couldn't see my face? Darn clever these cat and rabbit specialists.Anyway it's over and done with for another year so I can relax without the worry of being eaten alive by fly maggots. It only seems to be sheep and bunnies that have the fly strike problem. There'll be extra parsley and rocket later and maybe extra carrot. Anything with a strong flavour will take the nasty taste of that Rearguard away. Might even get a sniff of a digestive biscuit. Just look at what I had to put up with.

Ready for summer

Mr Sparkle came to clean my kitchen rug today. I tried to help him but I was scooped up and put in another room. Somebody always spoils my fun. I was just trying to tug his sheets and put them in reasonable order. This is one of my specialities. He asked if they were sure I wasn't a soft toy. He also said he sees quite a lot of house rabbits and they jump out at him when he least expects it. I was pleased about that. That's another of my specialities. Jumping out at people.

There is a sniff of bad news in the air. My rear end is being checked more than once a day which means either the dreaded Rearguard is imminent or they'll take me for another shave. I hate Rearguard. It makes me feel poorly for a couple of days or so. It's all those chemicals I expect but I have to clean myself, don't I and that's when I lick the stuff. I only have it when they go away in warm weather which is also bad news although I stay in my own home and have servants who take good care of me. They are all well trained, for humans and I am so irresistibly cute they do whatever I tell them so it's not so bad. I wonder when I will get a holiday? I'm going to think about where I would like to go while I have a nap.

Ducklings ahoy

What a morning! The ducklings in my garden hatched and you should have heard the noise their mother made. You'd think they were ostrich eggs. I grant you fifteen babies at one time is a bit of a shock for any mother especially one who didn't think ahead and plan how she was going to get them all over a six foot wall. One dashed into my utility room to escape my PCG who was trying to get them into a cardboard box to take them down the lane to the river. I gave it one of my looks as much as to say push off mate but it hid behind my hay bowl. I have to admit they were all very good speed runners although they were only a few minutes old. What chaos!

We managed to catch fourteen of them as well as the mother duck so the garden is all mine again. Don't know what happened to the fifteenth.

I got my spare bed ready in case it needs to stay for the odd night. It takes quite a long time to get the blankets just right for a duckling. I hope it doesn't sit in my water bowl.

Identity crisis

It's Easter and I'm a bunny. An Easter bunny. At least I thought I was so why isn't my name on at least one of my dishes? My two big hay bowls say DOG. My crunchie dish has a picture of a cat on the bottom and the bowl for my greens is covered with chickens! It's very confusing and a bit depressing when you think about it. Obviously they can't love me enough to buy a dish for me with a rabbit on it. I've been given all the old cast-offs, all the old hand-me-downs.

Oh well, as long as they keep putting food in them I mustn't grumble

So that's why you toss your dish around the floor! We will look for a bowl with rabbits on it, Harve.