They're almost Canadian :D

Here's the pictures :D Linda found me, fortunately. The soft sided carrier looked a lot like a normal duffle bag, so I probably wouldn't have spotted her! I wish I'd had time to sit and chat and maybe go for a coffee or tea or whatever, but best to get the bunnies home, and I had a three hour drive ahead of me!

Here's the brothers in my carrier :)



As soon as I put them in the cage in the car, they started bouncing around like they hadn't just spent twelve (plus!) hours in transit. Immediately they started gnawing on hay and drinking from the water bottle. I had two on the cage but forgot to fill one. Good help is so hard to find!



As you can see, they don't seem much traumatized by all the moving around. Or maybe they're just too dazed from all the air time.



"Home Jeeves, and don't forget the Parsley!"



They're already conspiring against me at this point. I thought they wouldn't be particularly thrilled with the I-5. While my little Yaris is a lot more graceful on the bumps than my Sidekick ever was, it's still a bumpy ride and loud kathump, thumps all the way up. Fortunately, they didn't seem to mind listening to the Industrial music I found playing on 89.5 in Seattle. (Wicked station, btw!) Once I lost that station in Everett, the poor boys had to listen to an hour of Depeche Mode till I could pick up 92.9 out of Bellingham.



I stopped for gas north of Mount Vernon, as you can see, both buns were INCREDIBLY traumatized by the journey so far.





The border guard didn't seem at all concerned I was bringing two bunnies back with me. He asked how much I paid for them, I said a tank of gas, a really expensive bag of chips at Sea-Tac airport while I was waiting, and half a bottle of diet 7-up. He waved me through.

The poor buns tho. The cage is a really crappy, cheap, one that I got from Petcetera. It doesn't hold well together and I typically have it held together with bungee cords. Unfortunately, when I was carrying them up the steps (with them hopping around to keep the weight moving, OF COURSE) I dropped the cage. They both just sat stock still as I readjusted the top (which fortunately hadn't come off enough for them to escape) and shoved it in the door. From there it was shove it down the corridor and into the ex-computer room. (I now work from my couch. Its way comfier.)



Here they decided that the place "would do" until they take over Sage's part of the house. (Which would be the master bedroom, corridor, bathroom, dinning room, kitchen and living room.)





Unfortunately, the boys had a tiff tonight and I decided to seperate them, so Sage lost her spare bedroom to Fric.

Mostly she's just been confused by their presence. No aggression on her part, even when Fric or Frac thumped at strange noises in their new house. She spent a few hours last night sitting in the hallway watching them, but that's about it. She's now playing shark in her litterbox.. where she sits staring at me with only her eyes and ears visible over the edge. I better give her treats before she attacks. ;)
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Bunless in Seattle.

So, I'm sitting at Sea-Tac airport awaiting the arrival of Fric and Frac. Okay, I guess I'm waiting for Linda, their flight attendant too, but mostly importantly.. ;)

Yes, it's true, the bunny brothers rated their very own flight attendant! Linda is a bunny rescuer and a friend of a friend, when she heard they needed to go to a new home, she volunteered to spend the Sunday of her Thanksgiving holiday sitting around an airport with the boys. She flies free if she flies stand-by, even if it's with another airline. (I'm not sure who she works for, but you can bet they'll be my first choice from here on out!) With the holiday peeps, all the flights she'd planned on taking got booked up. She finally got on a flight at 3:30pm with Virgin, but after she was seated and Fric & Frac were safely tucked under the seats in front, she was kicked off the flight! The Captain disallowed the bunnies to fly on his plane! Hmph. You can imagine who I WON'T be flying with any time soon!

Three hours later the troopers got on an Alaska Airlines flight and off they went, they're due to land here at 9:15pm. I'm glad American customs didn't ask me what time I'd be back since I had no idea then (I crossed at 2:30pm!) He was much more interested in pet bunnies and why I was flying them up from Southern California. He laughed when my first answer was "Because I'm a sap." Nice to know the customs agents have senses of humour even if they try to supress them.

So, I sit around the airport with a hard sided carrier to transfer the boys to. It has a little box with hay in it. I think I have met every single child who has come through SEA-TAC airport. One girl (Lauren) told me all about her pet bunny who was the bestest pet ever 'cause he came when she called *and* used a litterbox. She then asked her Mum (they were British of some sort) if they could get another pet rabbit. She said maybe.. and maybe they should get one from Tacoma since that Humane Society can't be trusted with bunnies. We then spent a while commiserating about poor Copper. (If you haven't heard the story - Check Komo's news here and here )

I then met some soldiers coming in from Iraq. Of course, since I have absolutely no attraction to physically fit men in uniform who are brave and all that, I didn't immediately fire off an email to bestest girlfriend Justin squeeing about their yumminess. One of them was reading over my shoulder and said I should go up to floor two, since that's where the single enlisted are, not like them who are married old men. I'm not quite sure how old they thought I was, but I guess *not* thirty four since they couldn't be even in their mid-thirties. I decided to go find a plug-in for the laptop instead of trolling for soldiers, but as the computer is almost recharged now, and I have forty-five minutes before they land.. (Bad Lorna! What would I do with a U.S. soldier anyway? .. Don't answer that, Justin!)

I also met a gentleman who'd had a stroke who asked where the bunny was. He says he has a guide rabbit at home for therapy and misses him. Said the airline wouldn't let him on with the bunny.. but he had to have surgery in Seattle. (Wonder where the bunny is and who he would have stayed with. Seems a bit rude to ask.) I did ask if it was Virgin, and he looked startled and said yes. I have fired off an email to Virgin to ask about their rabbit distrust!

..I gotta say, you ever want to spread the word of bunnies, you don't need to go downtown with pamphlets. Just sit at your nearest airport with a carrier. You'll meet the world. What's truly impressed me is EVERY kid I talked to knew it was a carrier for a bunny, while the adults were about 50-50 bunny vs. kitty. Kids are definitely smarter when it comes to the cute and furry. :)

Pictures of the boys when they arrive. Probably after I get home. And sleep. And pacify Sage. Hmm. If you don't see pics within a week, Sage has buried my body in the backyard.

Fric & Frac arrive soon :)

Sage's brothers/boyfriends will be picked up from Sea-tac airport on Sunday. (I have to get up at 0400! Wah!) On the way back (sorta) we're visiting with Tracie in Monroe. .. Maybe it would make more sense to go down the night before, sleep on Tracie's couch and then go UP to Sea-tac..

Nah, logic is overrated anyway.

My List of Sins.

Or at least, today's list.



I got up this morning to find evidence of someone having supreme poopy butt (aka "Yucky tail") and so someone got a butt bath. This someone didn't even put up much of a fight, which made me think she wasn't feeling altogether groovy. Suspicions of illness were raised higher when she licked my arm. Obviously she was out of her tree.

But as soon as I put her down on the towel beside the running water she gave me the "you will pay for this, human" look and thumped before giving me royal bunny butt. Apparently I didn't appreciate the true meaning of this since I took it as an opportunity to pick bits of hay off her butt.



She put up with the butt bath with a minimum of splashing.. for a rabbit. Which pretty much meant she soaked me from head to waist. Why do I bath her in the kitchen sink? The bathroom sink is too small for her dutchness and if I use the bathtub she'll go swimming and I'll never get her out again. I did consider hosing her down on the deck, but it's a bit too chilly and she'd just eat the hose.

(I jest, I'd never actually do that to a rabbit - I'd end up with a very ill, if not dead, bunny!)



Doesn't she look so cute while she's plotting my death? Should I have added a thought bubble of 'You have to sleep some time!'

..And if that wasn't enough, after putting her down in the bedroom to recieve 10 enthusiastic footflicks, I promptly went and cleaned her cage out. She got it nice and stinky and messy the way she likes it and I go and ruin everything. I have no consideration. WORSE I put the bowls back in the wrong order, so she hopped in, grabbed the pellet bowl to move it and fortunately I realized my error before pellets and water went everywhere.

Good help is so hard to find.

More from Fric & Frac

I was going to publish the pictures of Sage I took with the duckies in downtown Chilliwack, but instead am gonna show more pictures of her future brothers/boyfriends Fric & Frac. My sinus headache says I'm not up to going through 50 pics to find the choice ones at the moment!

Fric :






And Frac :






I'm already half in love with Frac, so Sage can have Fric.. What?? What do you mean the bunny gets to choose first? Phoeey.
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I'm a published smart ass :)

Skippy is the infamous man who came up with Skippy's list of things he's not allowed to do in the U.S. Army. I've been following it for a while - his twin daughters were born last week and he's been having guest writers. He posted my list. :D


There may have been some hyperbole employed in the writing of my list, some may have just been hypothetical conversations with my brother when he finally buckled and agreed to take me to a game. :D
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