Road Trip!

Hey, all--Mickey here. Looks like I'm going on a little road trip--here's the story:

I was taking a little nap when my good friend Weasley got in touch with me. He said that he wanted me and our pal Biff to go to the Super Bowl with him. He had it all planned out, except for one little problem...he needed some wheels and a motor to hook up to his box to get it road-worthy. I told him I could take care of that, no problem. The Boy has a thing with wheels and a motor, he wouldn't mind if I took--I mean, borrowed them.

I waited until I knew The Boy was busy in his room and then I went outside.

Wheels? Check. Motor? Check. Only one little problem...

Dang, that is one big wheel. If I tried to take that, I'd end up squished. (Not that The Boy would mind, but Mum would be pretty upset.) I'm not a bun that is easily discouraged, though. I just went around to the back of the house to see if there were any other wheels-and-motor I could find.

This was right behind the back door, and it looked promising:

Unfortunately, there was no motor, and the wheels?

Not exactly road-worthy, that's for sure.

I was not giving up, though--there was one place left to look; The Big Guy's shed. He keeps all kinds of stuff there--and sure enough, I hit paydirt!

(Emphasis on the dirt.)

Motor? Check.

Wheels? Check.

Just gotta clean this bad boy up, get Mum to pack me some treats, and then I'm off to Weasley's. YEAH, BABY! ROAD TRIP! WOOOOOOOOO!

Flinging in the New Year

Another New Year is starting to go flying by--we're halfway into January already!

We had a fairly quiet New Year's; spent it at home drinking sparkling apple-cranberry juice and watching the ball drop on TV. Mick had his own way of celebrating:



(This was recorded on my cell phone--the "incoming transmission" 
was my sister texting me Happy New Year)

The Christmas tree was taken down last week--a very painful process, as Douglas fir needles turn into cactus spikes when they start to dry out. (I will be assisting hubby in the process of picking the tree next Christmas--he brings home beautiful trees, but they are not always decorator-friendly.)
Mr. Mick has his space back now, and I have brought back a few items that had been previously stored away:

His cardboard tunnel (seen on the left) and his basket of toys (none of which have interested him so far)

AND

His FAVORITEST toy of all:

His Bunny IQ treat-hiding toy (which you may remember from here and here).


This is now how we usually find Mick these days:

...patiently waiting for his toy to be filled with Banana Bites and Pumpkin Bites so he can pull off the lids and get his treats.

"Do you notice there's something missing here, Mum? Hmmm?"

I try to mix things up--put a treat in only one space, put the lids on with no treats inside, move the toy to other locations. His Majesty does not appreciate my efforts.

"Do that again and I will poop in your slippers."

Somebunny does not like variety in his routine--unless it means more treats instead of less.