Alvin: Mummy was sad again today
Olive: Was she?
Alvin: Yes, this morning, when she was in her towel and she was crying and daddy had his arm round her
Olive: No, they were laughing, silly
Alvin: No, Olive, she was crying, didn't you see the tears?
Olive: Tears?
Alvin: Yes, mummies and daddies get tears down their face when they cry
Olive: Really? What does that mean?
Alvin: It means they're really sad
Olive: (blank)
Alvin: Imagine, right, if mummy put you in your cage and forgot to let you out for ages and went away and didn't come back ever
Olive: (blank)
Alvin: And never gave you any food
Olive: Ouch, that's sad
Alvin: That's right
Olive: So, daddy didn't give mummy any food?
Alvin: No. Well, yes, daddy always gives mummy lots of food
Olive: Well, then why did she cry?
Alvin: Well, Olive, mummies and daddies cry for all sorts of reasons that have nothing to do with food or playtime. Mummy cries because she wants another little brother or sister for us but can't have one
Olive: Another brother or sister?
Alvin: Yes
Olive: Yippeee!!! Can we have a cat? A big, fluffy grey cat like the one that I met today who was sitting on the car bonnet and who I went over to say hello to and wanted to play with?? Please?
Alvin: No, Olive, not a cat. Mummy wants a Jack.
Olive: Jack? I love Jack. Yippee! His hands taste delicious and they are in just the right place in front of my mouth so I can play with them whenever I like. And when he has food, he always gives me some, and if he doesn't, I just take it cos I know he can't talk and won't tell daddy.
Alvin: (shudders) Oh I hate Jack! He always tries to stand on my head or pick me up by my tail.
Olive: Fun! When can we get one? When?
Alvin: Well, that's the point. Mummy says she's been trying to get one for ages and has been to see special daddies who give you them, but they won't let her have one, and every now and then, she comes to my room upstairs - the room you've started stinking out - and we lie together on the bed and cuddle and she cries into my fur
Olive: Really? That's so sad
Alvin: I know, Poor mummy.
Olive: But why doesn't she lie with me and cuddle me and cry?
Alvin: Cos you'd eat her face!
Olive: True.
Alvin: Anyway, if mummy got a Jack, we'd have to give up our room - I mean, my room - and I'd always be running away from getting my stamped on. Better off it's just the two of us for now.
Olive: Yeah....
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Mu-um, Olive's in my room
Alvin: My naughty little sister keeps coming in my room and messing it up. Today I found the inside of mummy's plug-hole under the bed in my burrow. It's of no use to me at all and only makes the room smell.
Olive: Well, how come you get a room, and I don't then?
Alvin: Cos I was here first and cos I need my privacy and space. I'm an intellectual teenager whilst you're a crazy toddler who would be happy anywhere where there's trouble.
Olive: So?
Alvin: So that's why I get my own room and why you're not allowed in it
Olive: But -
Alvin: -But nothing. You know mummy goes mad when she sees you in there.
Olive: yes but that's not because I'm in there neccessarily. It's because I go in there, and very quickly run over to the bedside cabinet. Then I check no one is there and make a grab for the first thing I can. Usually it's one of mummy's candles, which I have to say taste thoroughly delicious. They're green and come in lovely china pots. And then I take my prize under the bed -
Alvin: - Into my burrow
Olive: Yes, into your burrow, whatever, and then I play with it and throw it and chase it and lick it and bite it
Alvin: and make a mess and lots of noise
Olive: and then mummy comes up to join in and chases me round the room which I love. She pretends to want the candle back but I know she just wants to play too. And that's the best bit!!
And then, I know that if I do that for a while, she will go and get a treat for me.
Alvin: Yes but you know she only gets a treat for you so that you will drop the candle?
Olive: Yes, but as long as I get a treat. I don't want no stinkin, green candle. I'll take a treat any day.
Alvin: Ah, the perfect life
Olive: Well, how come you get a room, and I don't then?
Alvin: Cos I was here first and cos I need my privacy and space. I'm an intellectual teenager whilst you're a crazy toddler who would be happy anywhere where there's trouble.
Olive: So?
Alvin: So that's why I get my own room and why you're not allowed in it
Olive: But -
Alvin: -But nothing. You know mummy goes mad when she sees you in there.
Olive: yes but that's not because I'm in there neccessarily. It's because I go in there, and very quickly run over to the bedside cabinet. Then I check no one is there and make a grab for the first thing I can. Usually it's one of mummy's candles, which I have to say taste thoroughly delicious. They're green and come in lovely china pots. And then I take my prize under the bed -
Alvin: - Into my burrow
Olive: Yes, into your burrow, whatever, and then I play with it and throw it and chase it and lick it and bite it
Alvin: and make a mess and lots of noise
Olive: and then mummy comes up to join in and chases me round the room which I love. She pretends to want the candle back but I know she just wants to play too. And that's the best bit!!
And then, I know that if I do that for a while, she will go and get a treat for me.
Alvin: Yes but you know she only gets a treat for you so that you will drop the candle?
Olive: Yes, but as long as I get a treat. I don't want no stinkin, green candle. I'll take a treat any day.
Alvin: Ah, the perfect life
Monday, 8 December 2008
I'm cute!!!
Olive: Mummy took me for a walk at the weekend through Tatton Park. It's my favourite place as there are loads of dogs there and they all come up and say hello - although one tried to fight me yesterday and I cried.
Anyway, we were walking along and I heard someone behind us. He was walking the same pace as us so was behind for ages. I kept turning round and he was a big, manly man, like daddy. I wanted him to catch up so we could play so I kept looking back and doing funny things to make him want to play with me.
Eventually, he caught up and over-took us and as he did, he patted me on the head and looked at mummy and said 'That must be the cutest dog in the world!!!'
Alvin: So?
Anyway, we were walking along and I heard someone behind us. He was walking the same pace as us so was behind for ages. I kept turning round and he was a big, manly man, like daddy. I wanted him to catch up so we could play so I kept looking back and doing funny things to make him want to play with me.
Eventually, he caught up and over-took us and as he did, he patted me on the head and looked at mummy and said 'That must be the cutest dog in the world!!!'
Alvin: So?
Toothache
Olive: I don't know what is happening to me... I feel like my whole mouth is about to drop off
Alvin: Don't be ridiculous, Olive
Olive: It's true, I am in so much pain. My teeth are so sore. It won't stop hurting me. The only way I can stop it from hurting is to bite things.
Alvin: Here we go. Is that why you had a mouth full of my fur before?
Olive: It's true. And when we were in puppy class, for the last 2 weeks, 2 different dogs have had teeth falling out.
Alvin: You're lying
Olive: I'm not, honestly. Their mummies picked up their teeth off the floor and put them in a bag to take home with them and I heard the big master mummy say that most dogs lose their teeth and swallow them.
Alvin: Ewww...
Olive: I know. What do I do, brother? My whole mouth feels like it's on fire
Alvin: Eww...
Olive: Alvin, help me
Alvin: Ewww....
Olive: All that I can do is keep biting. It makes it feel better. The best thing to bite is mummy's hands and ankles, but to be honest, the chair legs are quite good too. Mummy and daddy have given me loads of chew toys but they're not really good enough.
Alvin: Hate to say this Sis, but you have been panting loads recently too
Olive: I have?
Alvin: Yes, I never noticed before
Olive: What does that mean then?
Alvin: Oh nothing
Olive: What?
Alvin: You'd rather not know
Olive: Tell me
Alvin: Ok but only cos I care. It means all your teeth are gonna fall out
Olive Aaarrggghhhh!!!
Alvin: Don't be ridiculous, Olive
Olive: It's true, I am in so much pain. My teeth are so sore. It won't stop hurting me. The only way I can stop it from hurting is to bite things.
Alvin: Here we go. Is that why you had a mouth full of my fur before?
Olive: It's true. And when we were in puppy class, for the last 2 weeks, 2 different dogs have had teeth falling out.
Alvin: You're lying
Olive: I'm not, honestly. Their mummies picked up their teeth off the floor and put them in a bag to take home with them and I heard the big master mummy say that most dogs lose their teeth and swallow them.
Alvin: Ewww...
Olive: I know. What do I do, brother? My whole mouth feels like it's on fire
Alvin: Eww...
Olive: Alvin, help me
Alvin: Ewww....
Olive: All that I can do is keep biting. It makes it feel better. The best thing to bite is mummy's hands and ankles, but to be honest, the chair legs are quite good too. Mummy and daddy have given me loads of chew toys but they're not really good enough.
Alvin: Hate to say this Sis, but you have been panting loads recently too
Olive: I have?
Alvin: Yes, I never noticed before
Olive: What does that mean then?
Alvin: Oh nothing
Olive: What?
Alvin: You'd rather not know
Olive: Tell me
Alvin: Ok but only cos I care. It means all your teeth are gonna fall out
Olive Aaarrggghhhh!!!
Our Christmas Tree
Alvin: Daddy did a really good thing yesterday.
Olive: Did he?
Alvin: Yes, because he had been away for the weekend, leaving me and mummy to look after you, Olive, and you had been such a little handful. Once, you even made mummy cry cos you were so naughty...
Olive: No, I didn't
Alvin: Yes you did
Olive: Did I?
Alvin: Yep
Olive: (silence)
Alvin: So daddy came home with a big surprise for all of us
Olive: Oh yes it was huge. I know because I saw it. I saw it first because I was in the kitchen with mummy when we saw his headlights on the drive. So mummy said 'Thank God! Quick, Olive, go and see daddy!'
So, I let go of her ankle and ran out to the front door and when mummy opened it, I ran out to see daddy in his car.
I jumped all over him and kissed him and said hello and all sorts and then he kissed mummy too so I ran over to give her a kiss too.
And then daddy went over to the back of the car and opened the huge door that I sit in sometimes, and you will just never believe what he pulled out....
Alvin: Oh surprise me. I mean, this was my story, but go ahead, surprise me
Olive: A tree!!! He pulled a tree out of the car.
Daddy knows how much I love trees. Sometimes I find trees that have fallen over in the road and I pick them up and they come with me on my walks. Mummy and daddy always laugh and say 'that's not a stick, it's a twig' but they don't know, cos it's a tree!
Alvin: Olive, they're twigs. I've seen the ones you've left on the rug for us all to tidy up after you.
Olive: Anyway, this one was huge, and it must have been huge because mummy put her arms around daddy and told him he was the best husband ever.
Alvin: So they brought in the tree. I saw this bit cos Olive stopped in the hall to go crazy after all the pine needles and twigs that had fallen off in the hallyway and I was helping mummy to stand it up and look nice.
It took a while and daddy had to go into the cupboard to get a hammer. He said a naughty word and shouted once when he got a sore thumb and mummy laughed.
They put the tree in the corner where only rabbits and dogs can go. They made like a little den for us and it smells really good.
Olive: Tastes really good too
Alvin: Shhhh...
Olive: Oh yeah, right
Alvin, Oh but then they have covered it with all kinds of things and some tasty wire which lights up. Tastes different to all their other cables - fresh and sparkling.
Olive: Yeah
Alvin: What do you know? Dogs don't eat cables.
Olive: Silly rabbit, dogs eat everything - we're very versatile.
Alvin: Ah, Christmas is in the air again.... such a delightful time of year. Such a feast of boxes and wrapping paper to come.
Olive: And trees
Alvin: And trees
Olive: Did he?
Alvin: Yes, because he had been away for the weekend, leaving me and mummy to look after you, Olive, and you had been such a little handful. Once, you even made mummy cry cos you were so naughty...
Olive: No, I didn't
Alvin: Yes you did
Olive: Did I?
Alvin: Yep
Olive: (silence)
Alvin: So daddy came home with a big surprise for all of us
Olive: Oh yes it was huge. I know because I saw it. I saw it first because I was in the kitchen with mummy when we saw his headlights on the drive. So mummy said 'Thank God! Quick, Olive, go and see daddy!'
So, I let go of her ankle and ran out to the front door and when mummy opened it, I ran out to see daddy in his car.
I jumped all over him and kissed him and said hello and all sorts and then he kissed mummy too so I ran over to give her a kiss too.
And then daddy went over to the back of the car and opened the huge door that I sit in sometimes, and you will just never believe what he pulled out....
Alvin: Oh surprise me. I mean, this was my story, but go ahead, surprise me
Olive: A tree!!! He pulled a tree out of the car.
Daddy knows how much I love trees. Sometimes I find trees that have fallen over in the road and I pick them up and they come with me on my walks. Mummy and daddy always laugh and say 'that's not a stick, it's a twig' but they don't know, cos it's a tree!
Alvin: Olive, they're twigs. I've seen the ones you've left on the rug for us all to tidy up after you.
Olive: Anyway, this one was huge, and it must have been huge because mummy put her arms around daddy and told him he was the best husband ever.
Alvin: So they brought in the tree. I saw this bit cos Olive stopped in the hall to go crazy after all the pine needles and twigs that had fallen off in the hallyway and I was helping mummy to stand it up and look nice.
It took a while and daddy had to go into the cupboard to get a hammer. He said a naughty word and shouted once when he got a sore thumb and mummy laughed.
They put the tree in the corner where only rabbits and dogs can go. They made like a little den for us and it smells really good.
Olive: Tastes really good too
Alvin: Shhhh...
Olive: Oh yeah, right
Alvin, Oh but then they have covered it with all kinds of things and some tasty wire which lights up. Tastes different to all their other cables - fresh and sparkling.
Olive: Yeah
Alvin: What do you know? Dogs don't eat cables.
Olive: Silly rabbit, dogs eat everything - we're very versatile.
Alvin: Ah, Christmas is in the air again.... such a delightful time of year. Such a feast of boxes and wrapping paper to come.
Olive: And trees
Alvin: And trees
Time to Have Our Say
Olive: Mummy has kindly agreed to let us have a go on our blog seeing as it's ours and everything. There's no point in her writing it when she doesn't even have a clue about what we do and what we think...
Alvin: Yeah
Olive: Yeah?
Alvin: Erm well, I guess so, oh whatever....... anyway, I've been round here now for 2 years and it's about time everyone saw things from a rabbit's point of view
Olive: Yeah, and a dogs
Alvin: Yeah, but you only just got here. You're only 3 months so your opinion doesnt entirely count towards much does it?
Olive: (cocks heads to side)
Alvin: Anyway, I've been living with mummy and daddy for 2 years and really, I've got a pretty good life. I've got my own space, I can go where I like, I can sit on the sofas -
Olive: You can?
Alvin: Yes I can, cos I'm a bunny you see. My life was pretty great actually, until mummy and daddy decided I could do with a little baby sister and brought home Olive.
Olive: huh?
Alvin: Yep, my life was so peaceful. I'd get woken up by mummy opening my cage. I stayed in bed if I wanted or if I really needed a pee, I'd run cross-legged to the kitchen where there was always a clean litter tray waiting for me. Then mummy would give me a baby corn and I would take it and eat it wherever I liked, slowly savouring it and leaving crumbs to go back to later. Then I would head back to bed and have a little drink and a little play in my sawdust and then have some more food brought over, and then I'd follow mummy upstairs and sit on her bed whilst she got a shower.
Then, we'd sit together for a while until it got too hot for me pressed into her leg, and I'd hop off to the cool corner of the room and sit there for the rest of the day, dreaming of rabbits and grassy meadows.
Olive: So what changed?
Alvin: Well then you came along. You were so much smaller a few weeks ago and when you came too close I'd growl at you and you'd back off. I even punched you a few times but sometimes mummy would shout at me for that.
Then you grew and started thinking I was like all your other toys in your bed that you can toss about and jump on. I don't play. I'm far too mature for such pointless antics. I am a cuddle bunny, not a play bunny.
Now my day is spent tidying up after you and making sure you don't steal my stuff or mess up my room. I get woken up in the morning but stay in bed until mummy has taken you outside. Otherwise, you are way too hectic and your tail could knock me out the way you swing it about.
I run to the loo and then you come in and follow and watch whilst I do my stuff - it's very off-putting. Then you see what I've done and if it's of any interest to you and usually it is. You mess up my litter try, dropping bits of litter all over the place and maiking it all lumpy, when I like it to be really flat and level.
And then you stare at me whilst I eat my baby corn and I have to eat it very very quickly in one go, not affording to leave any crumbs at all.
And the rest of the day I have to keep one eye open to make sure you don't creep up on me whilst I'm sleeping.
In the evening, I just go upstairs to the guest room and sit under the bed on my own. It's like my own little burrow. But now you've discovered it. Can I have nothing to myself?
Mummy says you'll be too big to go under the bed soon, but when?? Now, my nice clean room has got bits of chewed toilet paper and soil in it and I try to show mummy but she can't see it and can't fit under the bed.
I thought at first that you were just visiting for a bit like some of the other dogs that have come to see us every now and then. They were all scarey and I had to fight for my life with those lot, punching them and kicking them whilst they wagged their tails and tried to jump on me. But you've been her ages...
Olive: Yes, I'm here forever now. I love it here! I love you bro....
Alvin: Hmph.....
Alvin: Yeah
Olive: Yeah?
Alvin: Erm well, I guess so, oh whatever....... anyway, I've been round here now for 2 years and it's about time everyone saw things from a rabbit's point of view
Olive: Yeah, and a dogs
Alvin: Yeah, but you only just got here. You're only 3 months so your opinion doesnt entirely count towards much does it?
Olive: (cocks heads to side)
Alvin: Anyway, I've been living with mummy and daddy for 2 years and really, I've got a pretty good life. I've got my own space, I can go where I like, I can sit on the sofas -
Olive: You can?
Alvin: Yes I can, cos I'm a bunny you see. My life was pretty great actually, until mummy and daddy decided I could do with a little baby sister and brought home Olive.
Olive: huh?
Alvin: Yep, my life was so peaceful. I'd get woken up by mummy opening my cage. I stayed in bed if I wanted or if I really needed a pee, I'd run cross-legged to the kitchen where there was always a clean litter tray waiting for me. Then mummy would give me a baby corn and I would take it and eat it wherever I liked, slowly savouring it and leaving crumbs to go back to later. Then I would head back to bed and have a little drink and a little play in my sawdust and then have some more food brought over, and then I'd follow mummy upstairs and sit on her bed whilst she got a shower.
Then, we'd sit together for a while until it got too hot for me pressed into her leg, and I'd hop off to the cool corner of the room and sit there for the rest of the day, dreaming of rabbits and grassy meadows.
Olive: So what changed?
Alvin: Well then you came along. You were so much smaller a few weeks ago and when you came too close I'd growl at you and you'd back off. I even punched you a few times but sometimes mummy would shout at me for that.
Then you grew and started thinking I was like all your other toys in your bed that you can toss about and jump on. I don't play. I'm far too mature for such pointless antics. I am a cuddle bunny, not a play bunny.
Now my day is spent tidying up after you and making sure you don't steal my stuff or mess up my room. I get woken up in the morning but stay in bed until mummy has taken you outside. Otherwise, you are way too hectic and your tail could knock me out the way you swing it about.
I run to the loo and then you come in and follow and watch whilst I do my stuff - it's very off-putting. Then you see what I've done and if it's of any interest to you and usually it is. You mess up my litter try, dropping bits of litter all over the place and maiking it all lumpy, when I like it to be really flat and level.
And then you stare at me whilst I eat my baby corn and I have to eat it very very quickly in one go, not affording to leave any crumbs at all.
And the rest of the day I have to keep one eye open to make sure you don't creep up on me whilst I'm sleeping.
In the evening, I just go upstairs to the guest room and sit under the bed on my own. It's like my own little burrow. But now you've discovered it. Can I have nothing to myself?
Mummy says you'll be too big to go under the bed soon, but when?? Now, my nice clean room has got bits of chewed toilet paper and soil in it and I try to show mummy but she can't see it and can't fit under the bed.
I thought at first that you were just visiting for a bit like some of the other dogs that have come to see us every now and then. They were all scarey and I had to fight for my life with those lot, punching them and kicking them whilst they wagged their tails and tried to jump on me. But you've been her ages...
Olive: Yes, I'm here forever now. I love it here! I love you bro....
Alvin: Hmph.....
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