Got a Little Hungry

I got a little hungry, but Deb put the plate on the outside of my cave. However, I just yanked it inside. Problem solved.

Still Hiding

Here I am, still in hiding, peeking out the back door of my cave. I got a little bored but found the perfect piece of paper to rip to pieces. I'm quite proud of how small I was able to chew the shreds.

Hunkering Down

There was a lot of cleaning and decorating going on here today. It's not safe for a bun to be out in the open -- could get stepped on or perhaps cleaned by mistake. I'm staying put and not coming out until the comotion dies down.

A Hamster Christmas

Our early new year's resolution is to do better with our posting...In the meantime, we loved this video and wanted to share with you these very talented musicians!
Freckles & Deb

Inside My Cave

Sometimes I just like to relax in my cave and let the special papers hang down around me like fringe. I have of course appropriately chewed the corners to give them that extra fringy look. Ahhhhh, this is what life is all about!

Big Guy's Special Hiding Place

I thought I'd share a look at Big Guy's Special Hiding Place. See, I think he thinks that if he puts his special papers on top of my cave, I won't find them. He is wrong.

Yes This Ad is Delicious

Yes this ad is delicious.

Sometimes after a hard day of resting and eating, I like to rip a newspaper ad to pieces. I sneak them away from Big Guy's special hiding place when he's not looking, taking care to select just the right page for my mood. Then, it's rip, shred, slice, tear, mince, and destroy. When the pile of debris is considered perfect on the scale of my ultra-high paper strip standards, I plop myself upon it and enjoy the comfort of my labor. Whew! If you haven't tried it, you definitely should.

Oh -- I almost forgot -- HAPPY INTERNATIONAL RABBIT'S DAY!

The Doctor Said I'm Special

Freckles:   This picture was actually taken in July, but since this is what I'm doing as I'm writing this (munching some delightful dandylions), I thought it was an appropriate substitute for the real thing. I'm not letting Deb take pictures of me -- because of the shaved furs and stitches, you see. A gal's got to look her best when posting to the Internet and since they removed some icky fat thing from under my chin, the ugliness they left behind is rather prominent in pictures. You will just have to enjoy some lovely visions from the past until the furs grow back.

My follow up visit to the doctor went well, even if I did have to go to that awful place that smells of so many different animals my senses are still reeling. At first they thought I might have swollen lymph nodes, but instead the doctor thinks the fat around my neck might be doing weird things that most likely aren't harmful. He said I was special so he wasn't surprised that I had special stuff he'd never seen before. However, I did not like him talking about me having any fat.

Deb:  I believe all female rabbits have some fat around their necks. The doctor didn't say you were fat. You only weigh 5.5 lbs. He said you looked very good and quite healthy.

Freckles:   You didn't have to tell everyone how much I weigh. How embarrassing!

The News is GREAT!

We just got the good news -- tests are back from the lab -- the thingies they removed during surgery were not the bad kind of thingies. Freckles is fine and we are relieved!

LET THE PARTYING BEGIN!!

We Forgot!

Oh, my! We were so busy fussing over Freckles' illness and surgery that we forgot our Blogoversary! We started our blog on September 1, 2007! And here we are three years later...who would have thought it!

Anyway --

HAPPY BLOGOVERSARY TO US!

Oh, and Freckles wants you to know that she is doing much better. Her attitude was not removed during the surgery and is coming back strong :-)

Freckles is Home!

Freckles is home from her surgery. She's pretty sleepy but is happy to be home. When we were about a block from the house, she poked her head up, sniffed like crazy, and started to perk up.

The stone that they thought was in her bladder was actually something free floating in her stomach! The doctor also discovered a mass under her chin, so it was removed as well. Both have been sent to the lab. Keep your fingers crossed that everything is okay. We feel hopeful!

Freckles says "hi" and thanks you for your happy thoughts! I'm sure she will have something to say later when she tells us about her adventure.

Love,
Deb

Why Freckles is Like a Rhinoceros

Sometimes when you accidently surprise Freckles (by sneaking up behind her, for example), she will jump in the air, do a 180, and grunt at you.

Recently, I was watching a PBS special on rhinos. There was a female rhino that they had captured to give her a physical and now had in a truck to return her to her home territory. The back doors of the truck flew open, the rhino charged down the ramp, pulled a 180, and grunted at the truck. I sat up in my chair and shouted, "Freckles!"

That is why Freckles is sometimes like a rhinoceros.

But, she is also a very tough little bunny. Right at this minute, she is undergoing surgery to remove a bladder stone. Please pray, send good vibes, and wish really hard that my baby is tough enough.

Love,
Deb

Summer's Almost Over

Is summer over yet?

Although the air conditioning in my home is quite nice in this warm weather and the fresh vegetables and fruits from the farmers' market have been especially tasty, Deb has been flitting around like some vacationing butterfly or something. The beach, the mountains, the shopping. She's just never home. I need a little routine. I need a little peace and quiet. I need Deb to get back into the habit of blogging.

Like I said -- is summer over yet?

The World, According to Freckles

Freckles:

Well, I hope you all like my our new logo. But, really, you can tell from the picture who is the most important person -- who is the tallest? Who has the most beautiful ears? Who is the star of the book The World, According to Freckles?  Yes, I believe that would be me.

Robyn did a superb job capturing my ambience and my beautiful ears (which are an important part of my ambience.) I believe in the next version of our logo we could just leave Deb out entirely.

Robyn's Surprise!

We have a new logo!

Our dear friend Robyn Waters who almost gave Freckles her eyes a couple of posts ago, created this beautiful logo for us! Be sure to biggify the picture by clicking on it so you can read the title of the book we are reading! Robyn is a terrific artist and we love all of her work! You can check it out at her website. You will be amazed by her beautiful illustrations, just as we are amazed by her and all that she accomplishes!

THANK YOU, ROBYN!!

Update - Robyn sent a second copy with a different color background. What do you guys think? Which one do you like best?

Lend an Ear

Freckles:  I understand that Robyn didn't really offer me her eyes the other day. I was just a little confused. People do that to me sometimes.

Deb:  Yes, the English language can sometimes be very confusing.

Freckles:  So, what about when somebody says, "Lend me an ear?" How can you lend someone your ear? My ears are both attached tightly to my head and even if I loaned one to you, it would never fit. Does that mean I should just loan my ears to other bunnies and you should loan yours to people? And, if so, how long before they have to give them back? Can I charge interest? What if they run off with them? Are there collection agencies for ears?

Deb: Oh, Freckles. "Lend me an ear" means that someone wants you to listen to them. That's all.

Freckles:  Well, why don't they just say that then. Brother, what a strange language you speak!

Deb:  I know. Just hold onto your ears. You twirl and twist them around so beautifully!

Freckles:  Yes, I do, don't I?

Robyn's Eyes, Part 2

Deb:  Freckles, I don't think Robyn was really offering to give you her eyes yesterday. When she said she only had eyes for you, I think she meant that she liked looking at you.

Freckles:  Oh. Never mind then.

I Only Have Eyes for You

Freckles:

My friend Robyn said, "I only have eyes for you, Freckles!"

What?

I have perfectly good eyes, they work quite well. I don't need anyone else's eyes. Even though I like Robyn very much, and she is working on a surprise for me, and I like surprises very much, she should keep her eyes. She's an artist and needs them for her work. She shouldn't be giving them away.

Besides, Robyn, your eyes are totally the wrong color for me and you certainly know how important color is. It would drive you crazy if you could see me with them and how they wouldn't match my ambiance -- but then you couldn't see, because you would have given your eyes to me. So, Robyn, you should hold onto your eyes. You shouldn't be so generous with them. You would really miss them if you didn't have them anymore.

But, thanks for offering. A friend who would give her eyes to you is a true friend indeed.

Her Eyes Are Bigger Than Her Stomach

Freckles:  While we're on the subject of eyes...

Deb:  We were talking about eyes?

Freckles:  Yes, sore ones ... your friend ... remember? Keep up.

Deb:  Oh, from your post on Thursday.

Freckles:  Okay, so while we are on the subject of eyes, I don't like that expression "Her eyes are bigger than her stomach." I mean, that's impossible. My eyes are quite lovely and nowhere near as big as my stomach, which, although dainty, can still hold a large amount of dandylions.

Deb:  The saying just means that you think you can eat more than you really can. Your eyes see a lot of food and want it, but your stomach can't really hold that much.

Freckles:  Again, really stupid. I'll eat as much as I please, thank you very much! I know my limits. I don't have any.

Deb:  Of course you don't. That's fine. Just eat as much as you want to, Freckles.

Freckles:  Yes, that's what I said. I will eat my fill and let you know if I need more.

Sore Eyes = Happy Eyes

Deb:

You've got it wrong, Freckles. When you're a sight for sore eyes, it just means that the person is very happy to see you.


Freckles:

Stupid humans. Say what you mean!

A Sight for Sore Eyes

Freckles:

The other day one of Deb's friends came over and said, "Freckles, you are a sight for sore eyes!"

I stared at her. What in the world did that mean? Did her eyes hurt? Was looking at me that painful?

Maybe she's allergic to me. Nice Guy's friend comes over and starts to cry a lot. He always blames it on me 'cuz he says he's allergic to me. If you want to see sore eyes, take a look at him! They are all red and goopy. And I won't even mention the disgusting blowing of his nose!

Deb's friend didn't even ask for a Kleenex to rub her sore eyes with.

Sheesh! I'm not sure how I'm doing it, but it must be some super power I have. She'll just have to live with it.

Freckles House Rule #1:  Don't come to visit if I make your eyes sore! I don't intend to stop doing whatever it is that I do that makes your eyes sore. It's your problem, not mine.

The Queen and the Carrot

This reminds us of the story "The Princess and the Pea." Of course Freckles is a Queen instead of a Princess, and she is sitting on a stack of carpet squares instead of a pile of mattresses. Hmmmm - wonder if there is a carrot hidden inside that mountain. We shall call this picture "The Queen and the Carrot."

Busy, Busy, Busy!

We weren't able to post any pictures for some reason -- there was a strange screen and no opportunity to upload pictures from our computer =:-(

So, we'll have to update you without illustations. Won't be as exciting, but we're learning to be flexible and breathe when things don't go quite right.

Anyway, Deb's been working, attending conferences, and visiting her writing groups -- oh, and squeezing in a little writing. Freckles has been eating, sleeping, and reorganizing her cave and food dish. She's favoring the "Hurricane Freckles" look. If we can ever upload pictures again, we'll show you. In the meantime, just close your eyes and picture a box flying through the air, landing amid piles of shredded paper and spilled food. You get the idea.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

We're Still Here!

Deb:

Okay, okay, we know. We haven't been around much this past month. I've been taking care of some writing stuff, and Freckles has been busy working on her photography project. Stay tuned...she's got some terrific new photos and observations to share with you! Here's a hint:

She's discovered how difficult it is to compose a subject for her photo, but she's learning quickly. (And chewing as fast as she can!)

Home, Sweet Home

Freckles:

I've been busy studying up on photography. It took me a bit of time to figure out how to snap the picture without thumbs, but I think I've got it now. I position the camera, hold it down with one paw, and push the button with my nose. Here are some pictures I took of my cave.

Here is the ceiling. I haven't done much remodeling there. I need to figure out how to climb ladders next. That flap is just crying out to be chewed!

This is an inside wall. I've been trying to decide how to decorate it. I could chew a hole, or I could learn to paint a lovely picture. I'm just not sure which direction I should go. Suggestions?

Here is the lovely door I've constructed (or destructed -- however you prefer to look at it!) It's wide enough to give me a view, but small enough to provide me with all the privacy a queen desires.

Why Deb Doesn't Draw Pictures for the Blog

Deb:

Freckles is still trying to figure out how to work the camera. She's got the buttons down, it's the aiming and focusing that have her confused.

Anyway, while she is occupied with her new hobby, I thought I'd share a picture I found while going through some of my childhood papers. According to my mom's faded notation, this is the very first picture I drew. What does it look like to you? (I'm thinking bunny rabbit, maybe chewing on a piece of grass.)

How Does This Stupid Thing Work???

Freckles:

Okay, let me see ... I'm smart ... I should be able to figure this thing out. Deb's been too busy to update the blog, so I'm just going to take things into my own paws and post myself. Got the computer figured out, but how the heck do you work this camera without thumbs? Here ... I think I've got it. YES! Success! Well, sort of success. I think people will know that it's me. Maybe they'll just think they aren't wearing their glasses.

Hi, everybody! As soon as I get this all sorted out I'll post some more. I don't need Deb. I'll just call it the Adventures of Freckles. That'll teach her!