Albert, for his many fans.
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That’s what I’ve been looking for. Albert is looking very slackerly in that photo.
Albert slacks with the best of them – especially when Mr. Sunbeam comes a calling.
From the top picture, I think Albert wants to be a model.
I’m too sexy for my fur, too sexy for my fur, so sexy that it hurts . . .
When I shake my little tush on the bun walk, on the bun walk, on the bun walk, when I shake my little tush on the bun walk . . .
LOL I can imagine Albert shaking his tush.
— his eyes are closed in this one. Jim had just pointed out how weird it was to see a picture of Albert with his eyes open.
I agree. It looks like he knows something that we don’t. It’s very disconcerting.
Of course he knows something we don’t. In addition to having mastered the ancient arts of Bun Fu, he has obviously figured out how to get we humans to fulfill his every need, whim and desire – and to smile joyfully while we’re doing it.
(At the moment, he’s running back and forth between his room and our bedroom, with brief pauses at either end.)
I don’t remember ever seeing Albert’s eyes open. That is a very arresting photo of him giving you the eye.
He does have that ‘master and commander’ look.
I am rabbit, hear me roar.
It’s silent roaring, of course, but roaring none the less.
Awww… it’s just a harmless little bunny.
Spoken by someone who has never experienced The Wrath of the Bun.
When I used to raise rabbits (French Angoras for their wool) I never had fewer than five, and I never had arms without scratches on them.
Actually, it was a Pythonesque sort of reference… (and perhaps an inside joke of sorts, which may or may not have achieved its desired goal…)
Never raised them myself but I have a couple of friends who seem determined to find out just how many odd sorts of pets they can have in one lifetime, and rabbits have been in the mix a couple of times….
Ah, gotcha.
I had another mini-lop, years ago, named Daly. I used to tell people she was the rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was a pretty fair description, as she would bite anyone but me, and she occasionally bit me as well.
One of my former Pyrs made the mistake of getting too close to Daly one time, and lost a chunk out of her nose.