When I got near the front yard, I paused… and saw this guy also paused. Somewhat looking over his shoulder at me, warily.
I felt like I was blocking his access to the backyard, and tried to make a wide berth. He seemed like he was waiting for me to move away a little.
In the waiting area. I don’t know what’s funnier – the cover of “Modern Cat,” or the fact that the dog magazine is called “drool.”
Caught this moment where Hugo hopped on top of the hut, and was content to just sit there while getting pets.
When I was downstairs this morning, making coffee… I looked out the window, and spotted this portly gentleman just sitting under our arbor.
It’s been a while since Daisy and Hugo had their nails trimmed. They were overdue, to say the least. And so this means… burrito time!
The flop at the end of the video is icing on the cake. We’ve rarely seen Daisy over on her side like this, so it’s a testament to how comfortable she must have gotten. I will say – it makes me a little nervous, seeing how much she’s been sleeping lately.
Tonight, Hugo was content to just hang out while Daisy more or less fell asleep on top of his head.
We have this plastic tunnel thing that we bring out, from time to time. It’s older, and not something Hugo has really seen before.
Tonight, Liz threw few pellets inside to encourage Hugo to explore. Because Hugo, for all his size and weight, is still something of a scaredy cat.
Daisy has had this kind of fun before, but the “Hay Sampler” is a new experience for Hugo. We opened up this big box, and watched to see what the bunnies would do.
For no good reason, here’s a short video of Daisy and Hugo, chewing on a bit of cardboard.
I tried to be very quiet and slow, for fear of startling her. I got a few quick photos, and then decided to take some video of her just… well, sitting there. And then this happened:
This one is more of a replacement for the constant stream of cardboard structures we’ve made for them. We didn’t want to use another two-story structure, for fear of Daisy’s failing eyesight. Better to keep things low to the ground.
Tonight when we were sitting with the bunnies (a nightly ritual for us, near the end of the evening), Hugo was bopping around some. But Liz and I were laughing at Daisy, who was just sitting still, with this kind of far-off daze on her face. Just totally checked out and indifferent.
I had Liz open the envelope as a surprise, as I don’t think she knew what it was. On seeing it, she immediately burst into tears.
She always bounces back, but it’s hard not to be reminded of how Phineas was, when he started to decline.