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MY FIRST YEAR WITH POOTER

This past April my Pooter turned 1 year old.  When I brought him home he was 5 weeks old.  I had never owned a bunny before and I really wasn't sure what to expect. I brought him home, set him down on the couch and rolled him a little whiffle ball that belonged to the cats.  He picked it up and tossed it back to me...

I was in love...

My Pooter at 5 weeks old

Within a few weeks he was in love with me too.  Really in love with me. That special show of affection you get when you visit that one friend who's beloved pooch never fails to latch on to your leg like it was a cheap french poodle. We've all been there. You smile politely as you try nonchalantly to shake the beast from your leg.  Embarrassment washing over you as you wonder if anyone notices.  Well, that was my Pooter. Showing his love for me or at least for my leg .

Now, Having gone through the same thing with my husband, I knew exactly what to do.  A quick trip to the vet, a couple of weeks of down time and my Pooter was back to his lovable self  and  my shins were once again safe from his amorous advances.

 As for my husband, I still have problems with him. The whole humping the leg thing, but almost
never in public.

That was my first major lesson in bunny ownership. They mature very early and they will hump
your leg like a dog. Who would have guessed. I mean, I've been in areas that had wild bunnies.
Never had one run up and wrap himself around my leg before. I honestly thought it was
something only dogs did, I stand corrected. Bunnies hump too.

My next lesson would prove to be somewhat simpler, somewhat entertaining and a whole lot cheaper. You see, when I first got Pooter I wondered what I would do with him. A dog, you can walk. A cat, you can play with. What do you do with bunnies? To my surprise bunnies love to play. 
This was going to be great.. for me.  Not so great for others..
It came to be that one of Pooter's favorite things to play is " Chase the Kitty." Hilarious for me.
Not so much for the kitty.

Pooter's Primary Target...

                                                                     Tigger

Now, some people might think it's not the best idea to let a 11 lb kitty play with a 2 lb
bunny and believe me, I was a little concerned myself  until it dawned on me that it was the
kitty who needed protection.  Poor kitty.

Their actually pretty good playmates,(always supervised) but that wasn't always the case. When I
first introduced these two I was a little worried about the whole kitty bunny thing. You know,
kitty chases bunny, kitty eats bunny .. Yeah, that thing. I've heard cats do those kinds of things
but I had confidence .... That I could move faster than my slow tomcat... So, I set the bunny down.
Tigger looked at me and then looked at the bunny. Walked over and sniffed the bunny. Looked at
me. Sniffed the bunny again. Took his foot and gentley touched the bunny, perhaps checking for
durability. Sat down and looked at me with a look that said, " I don't know what it is, but what does
it do?"  Hmm. Inside cat. OK, Not what I expected but a good sign.  I said," Tig, do you like the bunny?". Tig looked at me and said," meow". OK, undecided.  This was good. It was going to be great. We could all live together in harmony!!!  Yeah, right.
 You see, other than being a sometimes grouchy tom, Tigger, for the most part is a very loving guy who thinks everything should be shared. Pretty much, what's yours is his. Tigger is also for the most part, Well.., an idiot. And Pooter, my cute little fuzzy, ( you saw the picture, right?)  I quickly found out, is, Well..., territorial.  Can you get an idea where this is going?

  Everything happened so fast. One minute I'm telling Tig to get out of the bunnies cage and stop eating his food and the next thing I know, all hell broke loose. I don't know another way to describe it. Animals running fast. Around my legs. Threw my legs. Under the furniture. Everywhere. I have to save ...someone...who?? Grab Tigger. Grab the bunny. I can't get  hold of either one of  them and in this blur of commotion I realize that it's bunny after cat. That 2 lb ball of cute is now a drooling, snarling monster, chasing after my cat with the speed of light and a tuft of my cats fur hanging out of his mouth...I kid you not..  My son hears the commotion and runs in to help.  Now, my son is
grown, pretty much, so he's man size . You need to know that to get the whole visual  picture in
your mind. So, my son decides to snatch that bunny up and put an end to this drama. He makes a
couple of attempts and misses. Just as he bends down to make another attempt to grab him, that
bunny stopped in front of my son, firmly planted his feet and growled at my son.. I'm sorry but the
sight of my grown son and this tiny little bunny ready to kick his butt..I couldn't help it..I busted out
laughing. My son started laughing. We couldn't help it. 2 lbs or not, this bunny was serious.

Needless to say, I thought I had bought a rabid bunny and went right back to the pet store where
they laughed at my kitty's traumatic experience and explained that he basically brought it on  himself.
Bunnies are territorial. Big time.

It took a little time but Tigger and Pooter get along pretty good now. Tig has learned a little respect
for Pooter. A little fear too. He still tries to get in his cage occasionally. I told you..he's an idiot.

 I've learned a lot about bunnies in the last year and I haven't regretted a moment of my time
with Pooter but I can't help think that sometimes he's lonely. So I bought him a girlfriend to keep
him company. 

Poor Tig...

                                                         Skittles


I think he likes her...

If You Don't Like It...Throw It Away And Start Over..

It really doesn't matter what IT is.  If  you don't like it and it doesn't make you happy, throw it away and start over.

Well, it's really not that easy you say?  It really IS that easy. We as mere mortals make everything more complicated than it really is.  I think it started when GOD decided to give us free will. What was he thinking?

Well, along with all this free will that we have used to complicate our lives comes  the freedom to alter anything that we don't want or like.  Ah, free will is great isn't it?

So what's  it going to be?  What's going to make you happy?  Need to start
small and work your way up to bigger things?  No problem..

Don't like your hair color? Change it !! It's not called Nice and Easy for
nothing, you know.  Who knows, maybe you'll find your wild side as a
blond or feel more grounded as a brunette.  You'll never know until you
try.  It's a small change but if it will make you happy, hit the die aisle the
next time you go shopping.  Don't be shy.  No one remembers their natural
color anymore.

What about your weight?  We all have weight issues. Don't deny it..  Need to gain weight, lose weight.  You know what you need.  Never listen to other people who try to tell you what weight you should be.  If your not happy with your body get motivated and make the changes you need to make.  If you are happy with your body, that's all you need.  Please yourself first..

You can change anything. Whether it's your job, the people in your world or
your kids that drive you nuts... Ok, you have to keep your kids but maybe
you can fix them. You get the idea.

"Life is short" is not just a saying you slap on a tshirt or a coffee mug.  It's
a fact and we all deserve to be happy.  Yes, even the people we don't like
deserve happiness too...

So, if you don't like it,  can't fix it,  or it makes you miserable..

Throw It Away and Start Over.

 

I Think I Broke My Husband

My husband and I have been married for 20 years and while I do expect some things to change, I'm beginning to get a little worried.

You know how it is, you have something for awhile, the warranty expires and it starts falling apart...

 I think that's whats going on here

There are things going on that no one warned me about.  I mean there's
always been a little bit of upkeep but really nothing too bad.  You get a few
odd noises and occasional strange smells but if your going to be around men
that's pretty much a given.  Who ever came up with air freshener had a man in mind when they did it. 
 No, that's not what's causing my concerns.  I've come to the conclusion that some of his parts are starting to fail. Not any of the important parts...but as a loving spouse I believe I should show unbiased concern for all his parts, regardless of their uses or potential benefits to myself. After all, what kind of wife would I be if I didn't worry about all of his parts equally?

  No, it's those other parts that have me concerned the most. They make noises now that they never use to make.  Creaking and popping noises.  It's like watching an old murder mystery and the door slowly,slowly creaks open.. it's a little unnerving really.  I mean, what do you do with them when they start making these kinds of sounds.

I really don't mind that his hair has turned to salt and pepper and to be honest
I may have had a hand in those gray hairs but I really don't think I caused
the whole falling out thing that's been going on up there.  On the bright side,
taking him to get his hair cut really doesn't take that long.

There is the issue of his forgetfulness that can be quit annoying at times but
as far as his memory goes, I really don't think  that thing was exactly iron clad from the start and I guess after all these years  there's going to be some seepage going on there.
He does remember the important things like my birthday, our anniversary and his address, so I guess I still have a few more years before I  have to send a search party to find him every time he goes out.

 My husband is really a good guy as far as husbands go.  After all these years,   he still opens my doors, holds my hand, tells me he loves me in front the guys, chases me around the house and gives me all his money. Not bad for an old guy.

I guess after everything is said and done, he's still the man I married regardless
of his failing parts.  After all, how much worse can it get?


 There is one thing that baffles me though ... Where do their
butts go??   It seems to be a mystery..

Hey Big Boy

My husband was in a kinda blah mood today before he left for work sooo... 
 My son and I sent  him a picture to cheer him up.  Because I'm that kind of wife...


The caption read,  Hey Big Boy  ;)

Hey, he likes this sort of stuff. That's why we have been married for so long, He has a low  expectation of what sexy is.  I like that about him.


What?  Did you think I was going to send him a picture of some gorgeous
girl to drool over to brighten his day?


I don't think so...


Because I'm that kind of wife...

Beyonce has bounce

I really like this song, mainly because I can understand the lyrics and that's great in my book.  I like the video too but I have to say that the video is a little distracting. 

Here I am watching this video and I decide that hey, this is a nice video.  I like this video.  Then, I notice Beyonce's boobs.  I can't help but notice her boobs because their right there for everyone to see.  There is  absolutely no way to watch this video and not see Beyonce's boobs.

Now, let me state for the record that I have no problem with boobs.  Any one's boobs.  I have a perfectly nice pair of  boobs myself that  have served me well and on many occasions came in quit handy. Many, many times... 

Having said that, I still find the video to be distracting, not due to the boobage but due to the bouncing. A lot of bouncing!!

  Are they going to fall out?  Their not going to fall out, are they?
 Surely they tape those things in, don't they? 
 If they tape them in , that would have to be some strong tape because those
 things are really bouncing.

It's hard to concentrate on a music video with all this stuff going on in  your brain, right?

See if you have the same problem.

Granny And My Panties

While visiting our home, my husbands 86 year old grandma, Chris, got a glimpse of our laundry.


Her concern with my choice of underwear soon became apparent to the entire family when she quit seriously said,


"Laurie, honey, There's no material in those panties you wear, your monkey will fall out."

Using my fingers to show size,

I said," It's ok Chris, My monkey is teeny tiny, it wont fall out."

This tickled her to no end and she's never worried about my choice of panties again.

This has always amazed me that an 86 year old woman could be this concerned
over my choice of underwear but totally unconcerned with announcing it to
the entire family on our front porch.

Ahh. Precious memories..

My Pooter

This is my pooter. Not to be confused with my stuff. That's entirely different although I
can see where it could be confusing.

My sister encountered the same problem recently in a very odd yet entertaining conversation we had recently which she posted on her blog. Nothing is sacred to a blogger..

Anyway, Pooter is my dwarf bunny. 50 pounds of personality stuffed into a 2 pound body.

Pooter got his name for obvious reasons but I'm going to tell you anyway.

Once I brought Pooter home, the first several days Pooter was my personal Pez machine.

Dropping his little "pooters" as he happily bounded thru the house with me close on his
  tail (literally) scooping up his little "presents" as fast as he could dispense them.
 

"No No, Dont Pooter"
"Did You Pooter Again?"
"We Dont Pooter On The Couch"

Well, needless to say, after several days of this brilliant dialogue, my bunny answered to the
name Pooter.  It did seem an appropiate name at the time.

And that's how my bunny became my Pooter.

Oh, and my stuff. Well that's a story for another time...

I'm Out Numbered

I live with my husband, 2 sons, 2 cats, ( one male, one female ) and a dwarf bunny, and yes, my bunny is also male.

Five males and just us 2 girls.

It can be trying at times and lord knows I have permanent creases in my brow from those  "YOU DID WHAT " moments but for the most part it's really not bad.


We've had our occasional bouts when someones wee wee gets in a bunch and I've had a few near misses when the testosterone starts flying.


I use to think or fantasize really, that once my boys were older it would get easier.
My household would run more smoothly...


Then reality sets in and you realize that your the only one capable of cooking, cleaning or scrubbing a toilet.  Reality hurts.


I've held my own over the years and still reign supreme ( for the time being ), after all, I hold the key to clean clothes and an endless supply of food.

Yeah, I may be out numbered but I think it'll be ok.

About Me

A few things about me but not too much, it would kill the suspense.

I live with my husband, two sons, and a few pets.

I enjoy crafts when I have time.  Plastic canvas, beading and I have been trying my hand at crochet for more years than I care to admit and have failed to catch on to anything past a chain stitch.

I've been a wife, (twice), a mother, ( a few times).

I passed my mid-forties a few years ago and have experienced many things to get here.  Some weren't that great and some really weren't that bad.

I'm pretty up front.  If it smells like dookey, it probably is and I wont call it something it's not. 
You can see where that might cause some problems.

But that's me.  Take me as I am, with or without makeup...


P.S.   I'm pretty new at this blogger stuff so if you have any suggestions, ( be nice please)
          or helpful hints, I'd appreciate the input.