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Laura the Bunsnuggler
What do I do? My bunnies are like toddlers permanently stuck in the terrible two's. Everything goes in their moufies and everything gets chewed to sh*t. They know where they're not allowed to go and by gosh, they'll find a way in there if it kills them. With all the damage they've done to our apartment and possessions, and all the minefields of poop and stray pee streams flying over the side of the litterbox, Boyfriend's just about had enough.
"You spoil them too much," he says. "They're not the boss of this house, I am," he says. "They should be punished," he says. "Why are you giving them the good parts of the tomato, just give them the stem part we throw away," he says. "They're just animals," he says.
He doesn't UNDERSTAND. It's not 'acting out' when they chew our wooden things. They don't mean to be naughty on purpose. Bunnies don't have concepts of property ownership and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to fathom why anyone would want their perfectly chewable chair leg to be kept all pristine when grinding down one's teeth is so much more important than silly cosmetic preferences like that.
They are so fuzzy and cute and curious and sweet and funny and stress-relieving and watching them snuggled up together, all bunloaf and sleepy eyes, is the best thing in the world. He doesn't get that at all. They're just demanding, evil, godzilla-spawn poop machines to him.
Anyone else have bunny-human family problems?
"You spoil them too much," he says. "They're not the boss of this house, I am," he says. "They should be punished," he says. "Why are you giving them the good parts of the tomato, just give them the stem part we throw away," he says. "They're just animals," he says.
He doesn't UNDERSTAND. It's not 'acting out' when they chew our wooden things. They don't mean to be naughty on purpose. Bunnies don't have concepts of property ownership and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to fathom why anyone would want their perfectly chewable chair leg to be kept all pristine when grinding down one's teeth is so much more important than silly cosmetic preferences like that.
They are so fuzzy and cute and curious and sweet and funny and stress-relieving and watching them snuggled up together, all bunloaf and sleepy eyes, is the best thing in the world. He doesn't get that at all. They're just demanding, evil, godzilla-spawn poop machines to him.
Anyone else have bunny-human family problems?