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.....