Friday, February 25, 2011

Happy Blog-iversary to us!

I wasn't planning to go so long between posts. but when I happened to be reading through some of my older stuff earlier this week, I realized that Zen of Bun has been in existence for exactly one year today! Yay!

As you can see, Mickey is completely overwhelmed at the thought.

It's a good thing I held off, too, because I didn't really have much of anything interesting to post about, until Mickey decided to take matters into his own paws. He's currently in the boy's doghouse again, although I will say that is with somewhat good reason for once.

Two nights ago, the boy was studying at the dining room table when I let Mickey out for his run. Of course, the first thing Mickey usually does when he comes out and sees the boy sitting there is to go over and give him a noodge to get his attention. The boy never appreciates this, so I was watching to see what would happen in case I needed to run interference. I watched Mickey run up to the boy, but for once, he simply scooted under my son's chair and went over to his tunnel under the table. I figured that my son had noticed this, so I sat down at my desk and went back to my computer.


I spun around at the sound of my son hollering, although I had a good idea what had happened.

"What's the matter?"

"Why didn't you TELL me you let the furball out?! He brushed against my leg and scared the **** out of me!"

I held back a snicker and reminded the boy of all the times that I had indeed informed him that Mick was on the loose and gotten "I know that." in response.  He was not amused. Meanwhile, Mr. Mick was still nosing around my son's feet, either clueless as to the uproar he was causing or determined to continue it. The boy pushed him away, muttering threats of violence against fuzzy critters who persist in interrupting his work. Mickey finally went over to me to get some petting, and I figured the matter was over.

A short time later, the boy finishes his work, gets up, wishes me goodnight, and heads off to his bedroom.

A few seconds later:

"OH MY GOD! *LOTS of swearing* "

I hear a bunch of things being moved around, and more swearing. I get up and rush into his room. My son is on his knees next to the bed, and I realize what has happened. Mr. Nosy Bunneh has struck again.

My son is leaning down and reaching under the bed. "You little ****, how the **** did you get in here?!"

"Did you leave your door open? I closed it myself before I let him out."

"The door was closed when I came in--and yes, I closed it after! Get out from under there, you little ****!"

He reaches under the bed and thrashes his arm around. I can hear nails clickety-clacking on the floor under the bed, and my son curses again. I clap my hands and stomp and order Mickey out. A few moments later, there is an orange blur and the furry invader is skedaddling out of the bedroom. My son is muttering more threats under his breath. I reminded him that he knows he's got to keep an eye out because Mickey does not miss any opportunity to go where he's not supposed to. (I will admit; this is the fastest I've ever seen him do it, though--I didn't even hear him go into the hallway after the boy.)

The boy was (again) not amused, so I left him to go back to what I was doing, making sure to close the door tight. Good thing I did, because within a moment after I sat back down, guess who was heading back into the hallway? I grabbed my camera to get a picture (since by then, I knew this was going to be a blog post), but Mick scooted back into the dining room the minute he heard me get out of the chair. Three more times, he went back into the hallway, until I finally opened the bathroom door so he could run around in there. (Of course, just as I did that, my husband gets up to use the bathroom--and closes the door again after he leaves.)

Of course, now Mick's headed into the hallway any time he's out, just in case he gets another opportunity. I make sure the bathroom door's open now, so he can bop in there and feel like he's accomplished something.

Foo' wabbit.

Yeah, all that nosiness can wear a bunny right out.

Anyhow, I would like to thank one and all for reading this blog over the past year. I hope we've managed to entertain you, and hopefully we'll keep entertaining you in the years to come.

"If I'm going to be doing this for another year, I want more treats."


Hef's Mom said...

COngratulations!!!! Keep on posting, but don't feel bad about taking a break, we all need to sometimes!

Anonymous said...

I'm just following your blog some days ago, but i¡m glad i discovered it as i am a bunnymum too. Hope to be following you years and years more.
Greetings from Asturias, Spain.

Rabbits' Guy said...

Happy Blog-a-versary or whatever it's called. We've all enjoyed the antics of the Mick! More treats - yup!

The Princess gets to come out and run around the house now and then. She will not go on hard floors so is well contained. But she can go down the hall into a bedroom where is Chico - so we always shut that door before we let her out. Today we did not ... zoom - how does she know that? Right under the bed - right in the middle! Poke her out with a broom handle!

Jade said...

Hef's Mom: Thanks--I try to post regularly, but sometimes there's just nothing blog-worthy going on.

Anonymous: Hello to you in Spain! Glad you found us and I hope you like everything you see and read here.

RG: Trust me, they ALWAYS know--Mr. Mick will find an open door or a poorly-blocked spot in a heartbeat, and for one of the world's laziest bunnehs, he can move pretty fast when it suits him.

Crafty Green Poet said...


Mickey looks so cute there relaxing after his adventures!

The human said...

Wow congratulations to you and Mickey! Great post to mark the occasion too!
I think I missed our blog-iversary. Too busy being sick... I'm off to check my days!

d. moll, said...

Way to blog Mickey and break and enter too!! Keep up the good work Jade :D.

Jade said...

CGP: Thanks--yes, it's the sleep of the blissfully sneaky after the satisfaction of invading enemy territory. ;)

TH: Thanks, and I hope you're feeling better soon. Morning sickness is no fun at all.

d. moll--Thanks, and yes, Mickey is an accomplished B & E specialist, much to the boy's chagrin. There's way too many chewable cords in his room, and a know-it-all boy is often no match for a very persistent bunneh. :)

SixBunnies said...

Congratulations! Thank you for the time and effort you put into this and for taking such good care of your Mr. Mick! I love to hear about spoiled bunnies. He looks so soft and snuggly I almost can't stand his pictures, I want to hold him so badly! :)

Lisa said...

Congratulations on your Blogiversary! That pic documents some SERIOUS floppage.

Too funny!!! You should remind the boy how lucky he is that the orange blur didn't do some serious damage to any of his things, or pee on anything. The boy should count his blessings. It's sad that they don't get along, though.

It's weird how once the bunnies are reminded of an off-limits space, they're fixated. For instance. Mine aren't allowed in the bedroom. Except when a maintenance guy comes, and then they are penned up in there. They got penned in the bedroom on Thursday, and they've been trying to get in ever since! but before that, when they hadn't had access for several months, they were completely disinterested.

I'll keep my fingers crossed Mickey forgets soon.

Michelle May said...

I'm finally back home! Happy anniversary to you and Mr. Mick the incredible!
Wishing you many more years of bunneh blogging!
Your son should be happy that Mick only nose nudges him instead of humping his leg. hee,hee,hee. ;)
So glad to be friends!
xx, shell

Karen M said...

Happy Blogiversary! Oh, Mickey, you are quite the bunny nut, just like Ginny. Imagine the havoc you could wreak together!