You see this stick?

This is my stick.


You don't touch my stick. Kay?


Sparky's taken to picking up a stick everytime we go to the beach. And not letting go of it. He'll run off ahead and lay down and chew on his stick until I catch up. Then run on ahead and lay down and chew on his stick...

Back view:


Front view:


If you annoy him too much...

Hi Mum! What do you want?


My stick?


Noes! They be taking my stick!


He'll run off and hide.

What are you doing there?


I'm in my happy place. I'm in my happy place...


Wait. This isn't my happy place!

In the vein of making my rabbits hate me...

I made Bruiser a jumper!

I hate you...


Come now Boo-Bear, show all the lovely readers your pretty new jumper.

Nope. F*ck off.


Bruiser! Come now, there's no need for language like that.

I did, eventually, get some pretty pictures of Bruiser in his jumper. Raisins are a gift from the bunny-gods!





Moar raisins. Nao.


No? Fine. No moar pictures then. Party's over, move along, nothing to see here.