I don’t think so, nightfly. The woman who Disapproving Rabbits belongs to has an explination on her website. Anyone who’s ever owned one can tell you, they do have a distinct look of distaste on their faces quite often. I had frequently aid the same thing of my pet buns before seeing DR.
oh, and Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends ROCKS.
I think it’s on Nickelodeon, Tracey. or maybe the cartoon network – either way – cable. Which is why I almost never get to see it. But it’s hilarious. Thanks for the post. Bunnies are always a good idea. 🙂
I need to put up some more picks of my bebbies. Mostly they sit around the house and glare witheringly at me. It’s wierd but now that I’m used to it, I couldn’t do without it.
This is like one-stop reading for making me laugh: Disapproving Bunnies, Disproving Bunnies, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends (although I never knew Mr. Herriman’s name until now). . . thanks. 🙂
Very cute disapproving bunnies. These bunnies look like they have the run of the house.
One looks like it is in the library, perhaps looking for the Tales of Peter Rabbit. Another is waiting for a glimpse of Santa to see if he’s going to partake of his cookies and milk.
Cinnamon is on the bed pretending he’s going big game hunting for a leopard. And one is sitting pretty on a pillow for his grooming.
We had a bunny in the house once and it almost killed itself chewing through every wire it could find. And they say cats have nine lives!
Olga, maybe that is why my friends had a bunny named “Chewie”! I always thought it had something to do with Star Wars.
T–I probably wouldn’t have a DVD player except that someone (*cough, cough, ex-boyfriend who thought it would be “his” again someday*) bought me one for Christmas a few years back.
Do you think they got the idea from Mr. Herriman on Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends?
I must plead ignorance here. Is that a cable thing?
Me no have cable.
I don’t think so, nightfly. The woman who Disapproving Rabbits belongs to has an explination on her website. Anyone who’s ever owned one can tell you, they do have a distinct look of distaste on their faces quite often. I had frequently aid the same thing of my pet buns before seeing DR.
oh, and Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends ROCKS.
I think it’s on Nickelodeon, Tracey. or maybe the cartoon network – either way – cable. Which is why I almost never get to see it. But it’s hilarious. Thanks for the post. Bunnies are always a good idea. 🙂
I need to put up some more picks of my bebbies. Mostly they sit around the house and glare witheringly at me. It’s wierd but now that I’m used to it, I couldn’t do without it.
Sweetie, your link is missing an “a.” (Unless the bunnies are disproving something I’m missing.)
Lisa — Oh, sheesh! Thanks! Disproving Bunnies, hahaha! “We are here today, my fellow bunnies, to disprove Einstein’s Theory of Relativity.”
Marisa — Your bunnies ARE very cute, I must say.
/glare witheringly/ Hahahahaha!
This is like one-stop reading for making me laugh: Disapproving Bunnies, Disproving Bunnies, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends (although I never knew Mr. Herriman’s name until now). . . thanks. 🙂
Very cute disapproving bunnies. These bunnies look like they have the run of the house.
One looks like it is in the library, perhaps looking for the Tales of Peter Rabbit. Another is waiting for a glimpse of Santa to see if he’s going to partake of his cookies and milk.
Cinnamon is on the bed pretending he’s going big game hunting for a leopard. And one is sitting pretty on a pillow for his grooming.
We had a bunny in the house once and it almost killed itself chewing through every wire it could find. And they say cats have nine lives!
Marisa – thanks. And yes, Foster’s Home is genius. I love Craig McCracken and I don’t care who knows it.
Tracey – thanks to the miracle of modern technology, you can get the show on DVD.
NF — What is this thing you call “modern technology”? 😉
Olga, maybe that is why my friends had a bunny named “Chewie”! I always thought it had something to do with Star Wars.
T–I probably wouldn’t have a DVD player except that someone (*cough, cough, ex-boyfriend who thought it would be “his” again someday*) bought me one for Christmas a few years back.