Firstly a small hopology. I realise we have neglected our journal lately.
Firstly the 2foots went on hollyday, (and I am preparing a report on this). Then I was overcome with excitement over my birfday. Then it was just tooo hot to do anything else but flop.

But now the heatwave seems to have broken and it has cooled down, thankfully.

So now I have a question. What happened to our BIG SURPRISE we were supposed to be getting?
It never came and we never did find out what it was. We think it was something to do with Auntie Jenny, Austin & Hatty, but what?

Have they got OUR surprise?

I got my pressies, and lots of treats!

I was waiting bright and early for the 2foots to bring my pressies.



Then the big box arrived.



I tried to chew into it but it was hard going, so I delegated the werk to daddy.


Finally the first bit appeared!


Though it took a while for the 2foots to get all the bits and assemble it. Here it is!


I gave it a thorough inspection, and tried every possuible entrance and exit route!



Then after all the excitement I retreated to the shade to contemplate what a handsome 3 year old I am!



We had lots of treats, tasty herbs, dried pineapple Mmmmmmmm.
Then Mum and Dad went to a party at Auntie Julie's. Very nice of her to throw a party in my honour, but strange that I wasn't invited as guest of honour!

We are home from our holly-day with Auntie Julie.

Have lots and lots to report. But right now I'm too excited.
Tommorow is my birfday and I'll finally get my present.

Can't sleep - too excited!!!!!!!!!

It's been a funny sort of week.

First we had big storms, then it was hot and muggy, now its sunny, but windy! However our grass is growing lovely, lush and green!

The two foots are manically sorting out all their camping kit before they go on hollyday, and we are getting ready to go to Auntie Julie for our hollyday.

I've been in a reflective mood. This week it's 2 years since I was so poorly with EC and Mummy was scared she would lose me. Yet here I am, fit, full of beans and looking forward to my third birthday next week.

Oh, I forgot to tell you we have a new friend. His name is Bryan. He appeared after all the rainstorms and keeps coming into our run at night.
He has a funny little house on his back, and if I sniff him he hides inside it.

Something else too. Theres something going on with our BIG Surprise. Can't quite work it out, and the 2 foots arn't giving anything away.

On a positive note, just one week to go and I can open my birthday box.

Anyway, Auntie Julie's new house doesn't have intynet yet, so we'll be offline for a week.
But we'll report back to let you know what trubble we managed to cause.

Dandy & Misty

Just thought sumbun might find it useful to know.

Pets At Home are selling Ice Pods half price at the moment.
Mum doesn't often buy very much from there because she doesn't approve of how they sell bunnies, but our Vets are based there.
This time she just popped in for a bale of woodshavings as our local pet supplies only had little bags.

But Ice Pods are very good in a spell of hot weather so at that price Mum bought us an extra one.

We know the 2foots will be home tonight, there is a Springwatch Special on and it's all filmed at Kelling Heath which is where Mum and Dad are having a hollyday next week. We're going to watch and see if we can work out what could possibly be so nice there that it's worth leaving us!!!!

Who made the man in the sky angry? Somebun must have really upset him as yesterday he started growling loudly (One day my growl will be as good as that!)

Then he started making flashes but without taking pictures, and it got very dark. Then it started raining REALLY hard. I thought we were going to get washed away.

We hid in the back of Bunningham Palace but it lasted all evening. We heard today that some 2foot homes got flooded out. We hope no buns were hurt.

Still we are tough LIA agents so we are fine.

I seem to get called lots of names other than Dandy!

The little girl next door keeps calling me Stanley, no matter how many times she is told my name! Mum often calls me "handsome" "gorgeous boy" or "little man". When I'm naughty I get called "trubble". I know if I'm really in the bad books if I get called "Master Dandy"!

Misty on the other hand seems to just be Misty, though somtimes they call her "sweetheart" or it gets shortened to "Mist"

But I now have a new name - "Growler"

It's all Daddy's fault. It seems the 2foots feel they have the right to decide when our playtime on the lawn is over and when we have to go in. And in my opinion that's always too early. So we play our usual game of Escape and evasion. Mum can't reach very far inside from the hatch and we have plenty of space to keep out of arms reach.

Then he has the temerity to crawl into our pen with us to catch us. If he invades our personal space I have every right to thump and growl at him. I don't see why that earns him the right to change my name again.

In our garden we have a large buffet, well, at least that's what i call it.
Mum calls it her herb planter.

It's full of nommy things like fresh mint, sage, parsley and oregano. All of which are VERY tasty.

Sadly the 2foots have moved it to the other side of our bunny barrier. So rather than being self service I have to sit up on my back legs and look pleadingly at Mum every time I fancy a snack. We have her well trained though, as she usually picks us a fresh piece on demand.

But now I'm worried.
Last night we had the Grand 2foots from Scot's land round to visit. Mum cooked them something called a Pie-Ella.
As usual visitors were brought out to admire us. The doe grand 2foot was watching Mum feed us our herbs when we heard her say "Oooh, all those herbs, they'll be ready marinated to go in a pie".

Gulp, suddenly I don't fancy more herbs. I'd heard the 2foots from Scot's land eat strange things.
More worringly who was Ella? Did they feed her herbs before they put her in a pie?

If anybunny is missing a bunny friend called Ella I think I know where she went.

We thought our luck was in yesterday.

A huge bowl of food was provided several hours early, plus extra food, tasty treats and veggies were hidden all over Bunningham Palace under huge piles of hay.

Buntastic, just the sort of service we approve of.

But then the 2foots disappeared, for ages, and didn't re-appear until late morning!
That's abundonment. Not at all what we expect from our staff.

We had scoffed all the food, found all the treats and were getting close to starvation. Our food bowl was empty for several hours. We'd eaten all the best bits of hay, and arranged the rest into a comfy bed, so of course couldn't eat that.

(Mum claims that was well over our usual supper and breakfast portion, but what does a 2foot know).

Question now is how to punish them. It's a disgrace, to leave us to go to a partee!

Mum and Dad like it cause it's filmed near here.

On tonights programme there was a man in a tent. Mum got excited cause that's where the 2foots are having a hollyday for a week at the end of June. (they've promised to be back in time for my birthday and for our BIG surprise)

The man got out of his tent at the crack of dawn to see the wild animals and birds. I can't imagine our 2foots doing that!

Standards are slipping.
Every night recently we have been out on the lawn busily munching the grass, but tonight the 2foots came home, then disappeared again. Disgraceful. Time for some serious 2foot training.

And sumthings going on.
Lots of whispers and plotting. Talk of us getting a big, or even 2 big surprises.
There's rumours on the journal too. Can't be right, I mean our 2foots barely cope with their duties to us.
Beside, Bunningham Palace is very comfortable for 2, but 2 plus 2 would be a bit of a squash.

Nah, can't be right. They've all got it wrong. Havn't they?

Like all bootiful princesses I have a bodyguard to watch over me. He always sits beside me alert for any dangers while I have my afternoon nap.



I have my big brother well trained.

Misty

I'm going to call the RSPCA, RWA and any other bunny rights organisation I can think of. It's torture, cruelty at the hands of my own 2 foots.

Next month is my birfday. I told Mum what I wanted and like an obedient and trained 2foot she set out to find it.

She found it on the inty-net but it said up to 28 days for delivery. As my birfday is not until the end of June she thought about it a bit, but decided to order it anyway to make sure it arrived in time.

It arrived in 2days!

But now I know it's here and mean Mummy won't let me have it early! Thump.

I've also discovered it cost half the price normally paid in the shops, so she has no excuses not to buy me even more presents.

We are worried. We think our Mum must be running out of pellet tokens.

First we noticed that she has stopped buying herself sweets and chock-lit.
Then she started going around on her bike not the tin box on wheels. She must be short on pellet tokens to do that.

Tonight we heard her tell Daddy that she's lost 5 pounds. A stewpid thing to if you are already short of tokens.
Funny though she seemed quite pleased about it. weird!

Well if she's going to be that careless she can't have anything from our eating and shopping budget.

Bahahahaha!
Misty and I can't stop laughing.

Our 2foot has bought herself a bike. She's convinced that shes going to cycle everywhere and lose weight. Hahaha.

So now not only are they stinky because we have no hot water, but she's going to make herself all sweaty too!

Update on the boiler - they've passed it on to the 2foots who made the boiler so nothing will happen till Monday or Tuesday at the earliest. Pheeeeew!
So tonight we are sending our 2foots to visit Auntie Julie and borrow her rain machine.

We think it has been mentioned before on the journal about how useless 2foots are at keeping themselves clean. They seem totally incapable of washing themselves without requiring gallons of hot water!

Well last night Mum turned on the white box that makes the water hot and it made a few funny grumbling noises, then nothing. No lights, no noise, no hot water.
Daddy pretended to understand what he was looking at and tinkered a bit. Still nothing.

Now Mum is waiting for an engy-neer to come. We have been washing ourselves in front of Mum trying to demo just how simple it is but I think she's too stupid. But there's no way I'm washing her!

I hope the engy-neer calls soon. 2foots smell bad enough with a barf and rain machine. But without it - Euugh!

We tried a rain dance (well a hop and binkie anyway), we thumped at the sky, but alas no rain.

It's hopeless, we need better 2foots who at least know how to organise the weather.

Then Misty had a brainwave, she went shopping. She bought our 2foots a present that means it's bound to rain.

Sure enough, as Daddy assembled it the clouds got darker, and now it's raining!
My little sister is a genius!

.............We would like it to rain!

No we havn't gone bonkers. It hasn't rained in Norwich for aaaages.
This presents a small problem.

You see as we said before Mum put stuff all over our lawn that made all the mossy stuff go black.
Then they raked out all the black stuff which left our lawn looking well....a bit bald.
So then she spread lots of grass seed round.
That was over a week ago and it's been bone dry since. Hoparently it won't grow into tasty grass unless it rains.

At this rate we'll never get any tasty grass to eat.

We thought we should post this story as a warning to all our bunny friends and their 2foots.
Especially our furry friends who live outside in East Anglia. Sady, though this is the worst it is not the only case Mum has heard of.

It's not nice reading, so be warned.

http://www.edp24.co.uk/content/edp24/news/story.aspx?brand=EDPOnline&category=News&tBrand=EDPOnline&tCategory=xDefault&itemid=NOED27%20Apr%202009%2019%3A50%3A35%3A287

We hope all our outdoor friends, furry and feathered are kept safe and secure.

Mum bought us a new tunnel toy.

It's not only good to run through but very tasty and chewy as well.



You have to just stick your head in and chew.



After which we had a well deserved rest.