bunnybliss: Despite What She Thinks, Mom Is Not Funny.

"WHAT?! A LOBSTER?!"

"No Fluffy, a LOP-ster! You're a Big Tough LOP-ster, get it?"

"Oh, I get it alright. I'm a stupid lobster! That's not the kind of Halloween costume I wanted! I wanted something brave, strong and powerful! Something cool, something hip, something creative! Not a crustacean!!!!"

But Fluffy, lobsters are tough - they have those claws you can pinch with. And red is really your colour...."

*siiiggghhhh* So I was a LOP-ster for Halloween. How humiliating. Look at me. I couldn't even bear to look at the camera - I have completely given up. I'll bet Mom has never seen a lobster run around at top speed and thump, but that's what she got. Then she had to parade me around to the kids who came trick or treating. "Oh look at that funny bunny! He's a lobster!"

Oh, of course Binky was pretty and precious in her angel wings. No one laughed at her. Everyone fawned over her beauty and delicateness. Gentle pets, ooo's and aaaaaah's for Binks. Plenty of finger-pointing and laughs for me. How am I supposed to regain even an ounce of dignity after this degradation?
There is no telling how this may have scarred me for life. I'm probably going to need therapy. I'll be featured on that show "What Ever Happened to...?" and they will be like "Hey, remember that Big Tough Lop with the cool blog? Whatever happened to him?"

"Oh, his Mom dressed him up as a lobster for Halloween one year....he never recovered...."

"Wow....sad."

Scooter was a bumble bee, a very disapproving and depressed bumble bee. He's one of those bunnies who, when you dress him up, just sits there pathetically, waiting for you to take the picture and hopefully promptly remove it.

And you know, Halloween only means that Christmas is that much closer. And what does that mean? It means stupid red hats with furry trim, velvet collars with bells and scarves with holly! Bah humbug - somebunny save me!

Fluffy

Rabbit Rescue Poem

I used to be a lonely rabbit,
Just looking for a home.
I simply had no place to go,
No one to call my own.

I wandered through the streets and fields,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find,
I was always on the go.

My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat
Or gently say my name.

I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.

And then one day I heard a voice
So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
And took me off my feet.

"No one again will hurt you"
Was whispered in my ear.
"You’ll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear.

You will be dry, you will be warm,
you’ll have enough to eat
And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet."

I was afraid I must admit,
I’ve lived so long in fear.
I can’t remember when I let
A human come so near.

And as she tended to my wounds
And cleaned and brushed my fur
She told me ‘bout the rescue group
And what it meant to her.

She said, "We are a circle,
A line that never ends.
And in the center there is you
protected by new friends.

And all around you are the ones
Who'll keep you safe and sound,
Who will share their loving home with you
Until a forever one can be found.

We will do all we can
by searching near and far,
To find the perfect home for you,
where you can be a star."

She said, "There is a family,
that’s waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we’ll find them,
just you wait and see.

And then they’ll join our circle,
they’ll help to make it grow,
so there’ll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go."

I waited very patiently,
The days, they came and went.
Today’s the day, I would hope,
my family will be sent.

Then just when I began to think
It wasn’t meant to be,
there were people standing there
just gazing down at me.

I knew them in a heartbeat
I could tell they felt it too.
They said "We have been searching for
A special bunn like you."

Now every night I say a prayer
to all the Gods that be.
Thank you for the life I live
and all you’ve given me.

But most of all protect the bunnies
in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rabbit Rescue Person
to lift them off their feet.

9 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...: Oh Fluffy, I'm sorry, but it won't have lasting effects, I'm sure; November 2, 2010 at 12:59 AM
Hef's Mom said...: Oh I think its delightful! I wanted Police costumes for the dogs and I didn't know what to get Hef, a prisoner I suppose but I didn't. I'm glad you dressed up your buns! Thanks for sharing.; November 2, 2010 at 1:40 PM
Christina said...: Sorry Fluffy but I think its pretty funny. Lopster? Snort!; November 2, 2010 at 2:42 PM
Heart of a Cowgirl said...: Great costumes! Even the Lopster...loved it!; November 2, 2010 at 2:53 PM
Lisa said...: Hahahah Lop-ster!!! Fluffy looks beyond furious. Binky looks lovely as always and Scooter looks super cute. I thought about buying xmas costumes for xmas cards but thought my rabbits would tear them to shreds!; November 2, 2010 at 6:27 PM
d. moll, l.ac. said...: Fluffy if you want an intervention you know who to call. But dang you all look cute....; November 2, 2010 at 9:54 PM
The Fab Furs said...: On some level, dressing up an animal for human pleasure is just wrong, but when they allow you to dress them up, they are so cute that you want to go out and get them a whole wardrobe of outfits. Maybe we can figure that if they allow it, they like the attention?; November 7, 2010 at 7:58 AM
curlyda said...: Nice costume... Nice wear...

Electric Cigarette; November 10, 2010 at 4:13 AM
Indydisplays said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; November 22, 2010 at 3:30 AM

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