Halston's New Diggs

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originally uploaded by Jamey Dee.

Just finished building a temporary playpen for my new bunny Halston. He's a runner, but I don't know how his litterbox skills are. I felt guilty about going to work tomorrow and him being cooped up in the tiny cage.

I built the play area out of 14"x14" wire squares used for shelving zip-tied together. They will eventually be used to build him a condo to live in and I'll dispose of the dog cage entirely.

I wish I had some cardboard to put over my poor flooring.... Ah, well, it's Georgia fieldstone; it can take it.

Halston the Halloween Bunny

Well, so far Halston's a sweetie. He's supposed to be 1 1/2 old, which means he's an uproarious teenager still. He likes to be petted and begs for attention whenever you walk past his cage. He's pretty fearless and on the bossy side, so whoever had him apparently took good care of him. He has a vague notion of the litter box function, but he's been in a big pen filled with litter at the petshop, so he may need some reminding.

He's orange and black and his nose is a black smudge. He's long and lean, has an elegant swoop to his body, and has tall ears. In contrast, the girls, Scruffy and Dusty have short little ears and are probably half his length. He has a long face, very different from the girls and the departed Angelbunny, very deer-like. He's probably a rex; he has the thick, velveteen fur of a rex rabbit, very much a joy to touch.

Monday morning

Teleconference first thing in the morning. No end in sight. Sooooo boring. Here as technical expertise. My part won't come up for ages, but no escape. Must be here. Also, hungry!

In every meeting of this sort, there's always one person who has just read up on something and now it's the tool of choice. He's got a brand new hammer and everything is a nail, whether or not it has a screw head on top. So he's Team XML all the way. Argh!

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Not enough sleep. Belle has been barking at an opossum that has taken up residence in our backyard. She has a high, piercing bark. Got mad and yelled at her. She was sufficiently cowed to go into her "grumble bark" where she barks under her breath, what I call her "indoor voice." That lasted all of 20 minutes. Then I yelled at her from the upstairs balcony and there was the sudden silence of surprise.

Anyway, my eyes are red-rimmed and I'm exhausted. I long to go home and pet a soft, fuzzy bunny.

Shoot me

Teleconference hits and passes its 3rd hour. God help me.


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