What is in a name #MondayBlogs #Bunny
What is in a name #MondayBlogs #Bunny
My name is Brownie Boy and I am here to rap. To tell you all about the life I live and how I’m going to get snipped.
I have asked my bonded mate what snipped is and she could not tell me. I know I am a boy and that is supposed to be something special according to my human slave. She keeps calling me her big little Brownie Boy. I think she needs to shorten my name to BB. It is short and easy to speak.
What? Are you telling me that human has never shared pictures of me? Me, I am supposed to be the most beautiful Brownie Boy in the world according to her and she has not told anyone what I look like? Well, I will take care of this; hold on while I decide what revenge I will inflict on this slave. She has all black root cords hidden or blocked so they are not accessible. I know she hates it when I nip at her toes while she is working. Ha-ha that is it! I will nip at her toes everyday this week. Three times a day for the whole week should be enough to get my point across.

See this is me playing on my ramp. I run up and down playing.
Okay here is a picture of me. See how handsome I am. I will share more below. Also the human was nice and created me this account at some Twitter place. I hop over there to share my thoughts and feelings about what the slave is not doing or when she is late again with my morning salad. If interested follow me at BrownieBoyBunny.
So what is in a name? Does a name make a bunny or does the bunny make the name. That is the question we ponder. I mean when my human slave got me we road and road and while riding she just looked at the other slave driving and said “Brownie Boy” that is his name. Well she never asks me my name. How does she know that I did not have a different name or that I might not like Brownie Boy? Just because I have brown spots does not mean I want to be named after them. If I decide to change my name, and I just might, I will let her know. Who knows maybe I will try out Romeo, Racer, Bouncy, those are good names. If you think I should have a different name leave the human slave a comment.
Next and this is the big one. What is snipped? I have asked CupCake but she is a girl and does not know. I ask the dogs and I get a weird look like they cannot understand what I said. I ask the cats and they just walk away. I want to know what is getting snipped. Does this involve my ears, my cotton tail, or my cute little paws? What I say, tell me. This is really unfair. Why is no one in the place answering my question? Have the dogs ever been snipped? What about the cats? I know the dogs are boys because she calls one of them her sad-eyed baby boy.
See, I am a smart bunny. That human slave does not know this. I borrowed her computer and went to that place called Google. According to this Google snip is a verb and means to cut with a small, quick stroke, or a succession of such strokes, with scissors or the like. Well then I had to look up scissors. Okay I figured out something is being cut but what. I could not find anything else. Really as cute as I am why would anyone be interested in cutting something on my beautiful body? I know there is someone looking at this to tell me what is being snipped.

Me and CupCake resting. See she is so beautiful.
I do know that I will be able to be with my CupCake after being snipped. So maybe that is a good thing? I heard the slave tell the other slave that 6 weeks after getting snipped CupCake and I could be together without the wires between us. The slave does not know it but I have figured out how to be with CupCake without the wire. See, I learned how to move them with my teeth. She caught me one day lying next to CupCake but she kept saying she must have not put the wire door in the closed spot. Ha-ha she just does not know how smart I really am.
See I really do love my CupCake. That slave keeps saying I would hurt CupCake before getting snipped. Why would I such a cute and handsome boy hurt someone I love? Really slaves must be very stupid to think this. I give my CupCake kisses all the time; I groom her some thru the wires so why does the human think different?
So will any of the readers answer my questions? What is snipped? Should I demand the slave change my name?

Me eating my Sunday morning salad.
Oh and here is me eating my salad Sunday morning that was late again. Really this slave needs to either learn to tell bunny time or allow me access to the big black box that keeps my salads cold and fresh. Yes, I really love my salad, fresh green leaf lettuce, cilantro, spring greens, and some carrots. When the slave does not eat all the bananas she does give me a bite, but that is another story for another day.
Yes that wet spot is where I turned my water bowl over. The slave filled my water bowl before giving me my salad. I showed her by turning the bowl over and making her refill the bowl.
For anyone interested in being a slave to someone cute like me please contact the local rabbit rescue in your area or rabbit.org. Please remember bunnies need to live in a house not in a cage in your backyard. We need room to run and play. We love running and practicing for the Bun500, doing Binkies.
Talk to everyone another day.
