animals

A lot of talk has been going on as to what us bunnies really are. Bunnies are a universal term for miniature animals. (miniaturae animale in Latin) Well I, of course, am a small lion as you know. My pal Mimmoe, as you can see here, is a sleek black cheetah - not to be confused with a puma. Luna is also part walrus, and Najimo, otherwise known as "The Yak", is used to the roof of the world and really thrives in our winter. After a big fight, most of the ground is covered in yak-hair from Najimo.
I'm not sure what Wee and Waboose were exactly, but I was keeping a close eye on Waboose. He might have been some distant relative of our cheetah. It's hard to tell - I mean I've got eyes on both sides of my head, so it's always hard to get a close look at things, but better to see the whole picture. No sign of those two today though. I guess they are really out of here.

changes ah.. ah.... choo!

This past week has been more or less ridiculous. Firstly, I love carrots, but it seems that either I am getting bigger, or the carrots are getting smaller. They used to be longer than me and have fluffy green ends. That's my favorite part.
Some strange people had a party on Thursday, so the Hasenrennbahn was off limits to all of us that night. That's okay, we don't like those big late night parties. We tend to get stepped on and knocked around.
The weekend was a little lackluster, although I finally got a good view of the new lady from upstairs. She let is in and out of our Hasenparadies. I was just trying to be nice and start up a little bunny conversation, but I think the lion in me emerged and frightened her with my sharp teeth and claws.
Mimmoe sure has taken me for a beating though. It's like she wants the whole length of the fence and when I get in the way she just plows into me. I did a full twist after she rammed me at full speed today. This was during our wild romping in the Hasenrennbahn. All six of us were on the loose and going crazy.
I guess it was the last time I'll see Wee and Waboose around for a while because they got scooped up and hoisted away, cage and all.
Get a load of this, though. All of a sudden this guy shows up. I have heard about this type before. I am a lion and this thing is about as big as my mane. But this guy's got fierce claws too, it was a house tiger! He even spoke a totally rare language. I don't know if he's visiting or staying or what, but he said, "Řekl by mi někdo, prosím, co se děje?" I have no idea what's going on.. ah.. ah.. ahh... ah choo!
Oh no, I'm sneezing again. I hope I don't have to go back to the doc! I don't know what it is.. ah.. ah... chooo! Oh boy. Something's got to change.

Back to Business

Now that I'm back down in the Hasenparadies, they've moved my workstation down here too. Here's me manning the post.
It turns out that a new person lives up above our Hasenrennbahn - at least that's what Mimmoe says. She's usually the first to figure things out of the bunch. You see, Mimmoe and I have the part of the Hasenrennbahn that runs under a people outlook into the garden, as you can see from my shot here. This is my view from the stall. I can make it to the end and back in under five seconds in dry conditions. A mighty barrier separates our side and Luna and Najimo's side of the Hasenrennbahn. Theirs is a lot shorter, but they've got total shelter. Above them is another people outlook, with stairs that go down to the garden. It's too high to jump up to or down from the outlook, although Dan used to kamikazee down into it and cause havoc when he lived upstairs. Because they can't really see what's going on in the people places, Luna and Najimo are usually the last ones to find out about the stuff that goes on elsewhere. But now, from where they are, they're the only ones who can keep in touch with the new guys, Wee and Waboose. Apparently, they're here on vacation from the other side of the people street. I know the other side of that street well from my many journeys abroad.
Waboose seems to be a good sprinter and I'd like to see him challenge Mimmoe. (She can lap me on a five round race.) I'd like to say I let her, but I think there are more important things to life than racing. Here's Wee timing Waboose in some trial runs earlier this morning. You can only see Waboose's blur at the finish. And if you look carefully, you can see me looking on. This is going to be a great challange!

In Garden!

I've finally busted out of the house and landed in the garden. A lot has changed in the days I've been away. There are definitely some other guys here. Wee Man and Waboose are pretty active. They've caused a bit of a ruckus in the midst of six of us. I like them already.
It was the first nice day since I can remember. I've been locked up inside the last few weeks and before that it was wet all outside. Here are some other guys I saw today. Aside from my pal Mimmoe, Najima and Luna are also in the garden. I can't believe how great it feels to finally be free! I think I'm better and I'll try and stay down here in the Hasenparadies. If they come I'm just going to hide in the cage or the bathroom. I know they can't get me there, and this is way better than playing the human game and getting silly treats.





This is the real life!

Me and my Friends

I'm still inside the house. These are interesting days because there's been a lot of activity around here. Something big is about to happen and I know it's going to be good because of the amount of treats I've been getting lately. I don't even need to be up to no good and I still get a treat. I can really get used to this kind of domesticated living, but I'm beginning to miss my friends. I've got a love/annoy relationship with my closest bunny-pal, Mimmoe . Here she is being good outside in the Hasenrennbahn, in the garden. I should be in there with her, but I'm letting her do her own thing for a while. I know she can't handle the stuff that goes on inside.
My neighbors in the Hasenparadies are Najimo and Luna. Luna's a pretty hot thing herself, but a little young for me, and she drives Mimmoe bananas!
I've seen Mimmoe clear the fence of the Hasenrennbahn and give Luna a swift beating, then hop right back in with me as if she'd just had a quick word with a mate! The guy is Najimo. He's a little dopey and doesn't bother me much, but he nailed me once with that quick left claw he's got. Usually he just minds his own business tooling around the garden or playing in the sandbox or hanging out by the bikes. They say they've even been to the trash cans, but I wouldn't brag about going to the stinking trash cans. I like going with the people.
Speaking of people, some people came a couple of weeks ago and dropped off another pair. I don't know much about them except that I think they're on the run. I spotted them in the garden a few days ago and again yesterday. Whatever they did, it must've been epic, because they get an entire room to themselves and get some excellent treatment. I mean I get my own room too, but I've gotta share it with people. The black one is Waboose and the white one is called Wee Man. Funny, because Little Wee Man is a she. If that isn't suspicious enough, Najimo says that he had a thing with her a while back - and Najimo is old enough to be my own grandson! I mean, I'm only three-and-a-half but don't tell anyone because I had to be at least twelve to start up this blog. Let's just say I'm twelve.
Before I call it a night and crash out on my new favorite spot. I'd like to issue an all points bulletin on my best-of-all-time friends, Dan. Dan was taken from his home outside Schönbrunnstraße on the night before Easter of this year and has never been seen since. This is serious of all seriousness. If I could play music to this announcement right now, I would totally play the Pachelbel Canon and ask you to please find Dan whatever you do. Good night.

meet the Mansers

My old pals Heinrich and Paula came by to cheer me up during my recovery. At first I wasn't sure who these new people were, so I almost bit off Heinrich's hand. Then I realized who it was and let him be. He's only two years older than me and he sure is big. I can't wait until I become that size. Paula is more my age and even though I'm a whole week older, we get along real well.
On account of our guests, I chose to sit directly in the middle of the balcony door for my maximum attention needs. A few times I wandered out onto the balcony but all that impossible-to-see fly-netting drives me up the wall in protest. I mean my sharp killer-claws get all caught in it and I don't see the point. On these hot summer days it traps the little flies in here with me just as much as it keeps them out.
I hate flys. The only fun thing to do with flys is to charge at them when they're peacefully walking in the Hasenrennbahn and watch them scatter. I could do that all day if I didn't have to eat, dig, chase Mimmoe or go to the bathroom. Flies aren't that bad after all. And I miss Mimmoe and her funny noises.

visit the doc

I'm pretty used to this. Hopping in my basket and trekking off to my vet. Today I was especially looking forward to getting out of the house and into the wild streets of Dresden.

I'm very interested in seeing what goes on in the outside world. Everyone loves me and thinks I'm super-cute, of course, but every time I pass the Turkish Dönör shop next door, they are extra nice and smiley to me. I think I'll stop in there sometime after I'm better.

After spending so much time (all week) indoors and not rambling around in the dirt with Mimmoe, I already feel a bit better. The drive there wasn't so bad. Naturally we had more traffic than usual because of all the summer visitors. It seems like nobody knows where they're going except me.

Today I even have an appointment. They know me at the doctors' because I've already been there at least seven times. I wish I could say that I get treated right over there, but today they made me wait over an hour because they forgot I was really there to see the doc. They thought I was just hanging out with all the other animals. I must be looking much better now and I even caught the eye of a nice female dog in the waiting room that I would say is about my size. Just as we began to get to know each other the nurse called out, "Merlin!"
The operating table was cold and a little hairy, but I could do it. The doctor was nicer than last time, but I wouldn't mind not having to go there again. I got some special stuff for my nose and eye, but all I really needed was a breath of fresh air and a drive around the city.
Back at home I decided it was time to just sleep under the sofa for a while. That was enough contact and experience for today.