Hi there! I'm Paula and I live in Orlando. I like to run and watch too much TV. I'm a lover of cupcakes and hater of chia seeds, even though I've never tried them. I eat peanut butter out of the jar and think Aaron Paul is my boyfriend.
Category Archives: Bunnypants
It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these posts. Rest assured the princess is still doing well and is as sassy as ever. So I thought I would share a few shots of her being adorable. Or being a pain in the ass. Or being adorable while being a pain in the ass.
Pants gets to run around the house and play every morning. And by playing, I mean running from her cage to another room to lay down some more.
Pants helping me with the Christmas decorations.
Pants’s delicately balanced piece of poo on a stuffed animal.
That girl. She’s cute and talented.
And lastly, Pants staying still long enough so I could get an actual shot of that sweet face.
I love that the color on her mouth looks like an upside-down heart. <3
I had a pretty fabulous birthday weekend that I’ll share with you later, but until then it’s time for a little cuteness.
I think I mentioned before how much Pants hates to be picked up. I mean, just hates it. She lays really still, her ear slicks back, and her eyes get wide. Unfortunately for her, we love it. We get to shower her with kisses and snuggles and she can’t do a damn thing about it.
Ahhh, forced love.
Maybe she can work on being less adorable and we’ll stop picking her up but I doubt that will happen when she keeps giving us sweet pictures like this.
That FACE. I want to eat it.
So that was today’s bunny snuggle. And just when you thought you couldn’t get enough sweetness, I figured out how to make gifs.
Taping her is my new obsession.
Every day, hubs and I are in and out of the fridge to make meals and grab snacks, and every day Pants ignores us and goes about doing her bunny business. However, when we get an apple out, our little Fruit Whisperer just knows and starts begging. At first we thought she knew certain sounds, like the fruit crisper drawer opening or the rustle of a plastic bag. We even tried tricking her a few times by making the same noises when we get an apple, but bringing out a different food. It never works. We’ll check her cage and she’s not paying attention. But once we get out that apple, she assumes the position.
Now our favorite thing to do is get an apple and then check out the cute and pathetic that is a begging bunny. Usually she doesn’t stay in one position long enough for us to get a picture, but yesterday she would.not.move and I got begging position #3.
I really want to dress her in a striped jumpsuit.
Each year, thousands of people buy ‘Easter’ bunnies for their kids without knowing how to properly care for a rabbit or the commitment involved. Unfortunately, some pet stores encourage this mindset and as a result, most of these bunnies wind up abandoned, neglected, or dead. A few are lucky enough make it to the SPCA.
As a bunny mommy, I wanted to do this post to get the word out about the commitment it takes to own a rabbit. It’s not easy. This little girl takes a lot of work.
Bunnies live 9-12 years, so it’s a long term commitment.
Bunnies need lots of supervised play time. It’s recommended they have 2 hours a day.
It’s a good idea to get bunnies spayed or neutered. They have a lot of reproductive issues when they get older. Getting Pants fixed cost us upward of $200. (And smaller animals don’t always do well under anesthesia.)
Bunnies need fresh veggies every day. I’m always going to the store during lunch breaks to get her lettuce, parsley, broccoli, Timothy hay, litter, toys, and treats.
Bunnies can be litter trained. It took us less than a week to train her when she was 8 weeks old, but you have to be patient and do your research beforehand.
Bunnies chew. On EVERYTHING. (See the baseboards in the background?)
They also like to dig on carpet, or even better, all the litter out of their litter box. Right after you’ve cleaned it. (Oh, she needs her litter box cleaned out at least twice a day, too.)
Bunnies also shed like you wouldn’t believe – and go through “molting” season where they shed clumps of fur. We have tumbleweed of fur rolling around the house on a daily basis. It’s like a terrible, terrible Western.
Bunnies hate to be held (or at least ours does). Which makes it interesting when you have to cut their nails.
You can’t go out of town without finding someone to watch the bunny. They are not like cats. It’s always a huge production to dismantle Pant’s cage, gather all her things, and get her unwilling ass into her carrier.
Although Pants is a lot of work, we love her and she is so worth it. We never get tired of playing with her and making her do bunny photo shoots and she always makes us smile, but it’s a lot of work that we didn’t expect at first.
Of course, we’d do it again in a heartbeat. She’s part of the family.
(That was right after she was fixed so she was still drugged. There’s no way she’s sit still like that now.)
Rabbits are definitely not animals to buy on a whim. Do your research first if you’re ever interested in one – or ask me! Or, check out this site for more information.
I made it back to Orlando safely. And now I get to hang out with these two cuties again.
That might be my favorite picture ever. Hubs loves his bunny snuggles. So sweet. <3
I have today off because of all the hours we put in on travel. I’ve been killing time by catching up on MasterChef, not showering, taking gratuitious pictures of Pants, and rearranging the magnets on the fridge. And by rearranging, I mean just putting a new one up there.
Whenever I visit a new place, I have to buy a magnet that has the name of the place I visited. I like the reminder of where I’ve been and I think as the years go by, I’ll like looking back and remembering all the trips I’ve taken. I get pretty upset if I forget to buy one too. I forgot to buy one in Savannah and Jacksonville last year, which still bums me out that I don’t have a reminder of my first and second marathons. I also couldn’t find one in Austin, so I had to beg my co-worker, Lee, to pick one up for me. I realize I am ridiculous. But it’s my thing.
Anyway, Killeen was pretty sparse in the magnet department. What? No one wants a reminder of Killeen out there? Unthinkable! I found exactly one at the airport, so I had to buy it. It’s not pretty.
That deer looks pissed to be in Killeen.
I just found out today that in three weeks, I might be going on another two week work trip (to Maryland this time). I’m not thrilled about it since I was trying to get vacation time approved next month. Plus, the last thing you want to hear right when you get home is when you’re leaving again. I guess I’ll see if the trip actually gets approved. It’s just in the planning stages now but it’s kinda killing my mood.
Not killing my mood? That I get to go to Crossfit tonight after 2 weeks of doing workouts on my own. And, I’m officially back on my running plan! I’m following one from Smart Coach, which is free from Runner’s World. The easy run paces are a little on the slow side for me, so I may have to tweak those as I get into it.
My ultimate goal is a sub 2-hour half marathon. I have a 10 miler coming up at the end of September and I’ll have a little more time after that to train for my half marathon in November. I’ll be running the half alone, which I think will really help my motivation during the race because I won’t be thinking of who is running ahead of me. At least, that’s how it worked for my last marathon. So my fingers are crossed for this one.
In an unrelated note, I decided to take back to school pictures of Pants today. Almost everyone I know is posting first day of school pictures of their kids on Facebook and I’m feeling a little left out. So, please enjoy Pant’s first day of school pics.
She’s packed and ready to go.
As you probably know, I have a sweet little one-eared bunny named Pants.
Every day, she does things that make me swoon like, standing up on her hind legs. Or eating. Or pooping. Or eating her own poop. It’s all adorable. You can’t walk by her and NOT smile.
Hubs and I have been telling people for years that she growls at us when we feed her. We ask other bunny owners if their bunny growls and the answer is always no. Then when friends come over and we try to get her to growl, it never works.
Well, hubs finally caught it on video last night. So please enjoy our hateful, yet totally adorable bunny growling as I give her food.
(Here’s a link to the video if the embedding doesn’t work.)
Two and a half years ago, I never wanted another pet. I previously had 2 guinea pigs (a dad and a daughter) and lost both of them when they were about 4 years old.
Rick went fast and unexpectedly. Six months later, Flossie died but she was a whole different story. The way she died was super traumatizing (no, I didn’t kill her) and I cried like a baby for a week (yes, over a guinea pig). It was just so sad that I didn’t want to go through that again.
One month later, hubs wanted to go to Subway for lunch and I didn’t. He bribed me with promises of petting guinea pigs at the pet store next door. I’m a sucker for pet stores, so I was in. Only there were no guinea pigs to pet. Instead, there were a bunch of baby bunnies. One in particular was sitting in the corner by herself looking especially pathetic.
That’s when we noticed she had one ear, which made her cute times a billion. (The people at the pet store said they think she was born that way since she didn’t have any wound indications.) Then of course to top off the cuteness, she was the only bunny that would let us pet her without running away. (FML)
That’s when I caved like a fat kid at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I wanted a Subway salad. I got a bunny.
She was so young when we bought her (8 weeks) that the pet store wasn’t sure if she was a boy or a girl, so we couldn’t name her. Hubs and I agreed if she was a boy, we would name her George.
But my offering of “Cupcake” or “Sprinkles” for a girl name was vetoed by the hubs because he is lame.
We really wanted to name her so we looked up bunny reproductive parts online and tried to compare them to hers to figure out her sex, but after awhile that just got creepy.
We suspected she was a girl, but decided to wait to name her until we knew for sure. In the meantime, we had to call her something so a friend suggested Bunnypants because it’s gender neutral. We thought it was funny, so Bunnypants it was. Then we got lazy and dropped the “Bunny.”
Once she was fixed and it was confirmed she was a girl, it was nearly impossible to call her anything else because we were so used to calling her Pants. We were kinda bummed that we couldn’t name her George and felt like she should have a girl name of some sort, so we put them together and gave her two names – Georgia Bunnypants.
And that is the story of how we came to own a one-eared bunny named Pants.
If you can’t get enough of Pants, here’s some more posts about her:
The medal I’ve been waiting for finally came in the mail. That would be my Rock Encore medal for completing 2 races in the Rock ‘n’ Roll series. They give you a different medal (on top of what you get after you finish the race) if you complete 2-7 and 10 R’n'R races in a calendar year.
The extra medals are well-deserved too. I think they give them to you for putting up with the Rock ‘n’ Roll series. An “I’m sorry, we suck” medal, if you will.
When it came in the mail, I was a little disheartened when I saw this.
Say what? So if I didn’t live at the same address I did when I registered for the race, whoever does live there can have my medal. Awesome.
Anyway, I’ve been waiting for this bad boy for over a month now. It’s pretty nice too, so I will proudly hang it with all my other medals. But first, I had to show Pants. For a short moment, I thought I was going to get some awesomely cute bunny action, but then it went something like this.
Sorry that medal doesn’t meet your standards, Pants. You are such a diva. I only ran a full and half marathon for that. What do you do? You eat hay and you poop. I don’t see any medals coming in the mail for that.
Someone had me a little freaked out yesterday.
Hubs fed Pants her usual lettuce and parsley breakfast in the morning. Then, a few hours later, we noticed she didn’t touch her food. When small animals don’t want to eat, it’s never a good thing. Instead she hid in her box and wouldn’t come out.
I tried to give her a grape (her fave) and bunny yogurt treats but she didn’t want that either. I mean, she grunts (literally), does figure-eights through my feet, and nips at my ankles if I don’t feed her fast enough, so I was worried.
All day, I was sure it was the end because I’m morbid like that. We checked her teeth to see if they were chipped (often a reason small animals stop eating). Then we tried to give her some good old fashioned lovin’ but she was having none of it. So we left her alone. Hubs and I went out to lunch, did a little shopping, and when we came back she had finally eaten her parsley. *whew* Then she slowly ate the rest of her food but it took her all day, which was weird. So, I guess she just wasn’t feeling well? Now she’s back to her normal personality, poopin’ like a champ, and licking herself like no one’s watching.
While I was out, I picked up a stuffed polar bear to cheer her up. She gave him a good sniff down and has finally welcomed him into her inappropriate stuffed animal humping family.
So, a bunny crisis was averted and I didn’t become a sobbing mess. And with that, I leave you with a bad bunny joke.
What do you call 10 rabbits walking backwards? ——> A receding hare line. (I’ll be here all night.)