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So, you’ll remember when I last wrote I was excited about the arrival of my puppy, Tucker. Well, he’s here. And don’t I know it. He came bounding into our lives on January 11th and things haven’t been the same since.

On his way home

On his way home

Now, as much as I was looking forward to his arrival, as soon as I got a whiff of him, instinct kicked in and I wasn’t so keen. You can’t fight nature, and although my heart and head were telling me he was the pup I so badly wanted, and I loved my other doggy brother, Geordi, my stupid nervous system didn’t like his smell.

After a day or so my instincts chilled out, but unfortunately, he didn’t! I only knew Geordi from when he was about 13 so, although he was still nippy on his feet and very enthusiastic about life, he handled himself with a bit of decorum. Man, puppies are bouncy! And hard work!

Us having a nez a nez

Us having a nez a nez

Then it wasn’t my instincts that were offended by his smell – it was my nostrils. And everyone else’s nostrils! That boy had some serious gas. Then my ears suffered, and are still suffering. I had no idea dogs were so loud and stinky!

He’s all right, he’s sweet and soppy, but I was told he’d be like a four-legged Einstein; as far as I can tell he’s not that bright. I’m a killer combo of sophisticated and cool, and he’s just a bit, well, simple. He lollops about the place grinning like an idiot, wagging his big kinked tail, kissing any and everyone, and looking for food. As an example of his stupidity, check this out. He got into my house looking for me when I was eating the soft furnishings in the living room, and the jolt made the lid fall. Result: puppy prison.



And he barks at his reflection, and dogs on the TV, and he’s endlessly amused by doorstops. He’s not showing any signs of getting brighter either; he fell of the foot of the bed last week!

I reiterate: Idiot.

I reiterate: Idiot.

He comes over to say hello and give me kisses, and most of the time I can manage to be polite and let him, but sometimes I’m just not in the mood and have to give him a grunt and a bit of a slap. Kids. Who’d have them?!

When he’s grown up and calmed down I’m sure we’ll get on like a house on fire, but right now all we’ve got in common is that we’re very handsome, very loved and very spoilt.


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That Tucker is one lucky pup. He’s only got his own car! You remember I told you they’d put down a deposit on a car I found for them? Well, it’s now sat gleaming in our driveway, and Mummy J sits proudly behind the wheel of the Pupmobile (I’m sounding a fanfare in my head).

Good looking, nippy and sporty. Remind you of anyone?

Good looking, nippy and sporty. Remind you of anyone?

I haven’t been in it yet, and to be honest, I’m in no rush to. It doesn’t have anything to with Mummy J’s driving, but whenever they put me in a car the journey ends at the self same place – the V-E-T.

Tucker‘s going to love going to the beach and the woods in this bad boy, and Mummy J has bought him his own special seat. Well, technically, it’s a seat cover and I think it’s more for her benefit than his. It’s a nice, heavy duty, bespoke cover to put all the way over the back seats to protect them from mucky paws. I’ve never needed anything like that; we all know how much pride I take in my personal hygeine.

Insert puppy here.

Insert puppy here.

Tucker has a ton of new stuff, but his very own transport is definitely the best! I’m the official product tester for his things so I might show you some of them later on. But I’m not getting in that car. I just can’t risk it.

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I know, I know, it’s been a long time, but shall we just say there’s been some stuff happening and everyone’s been kinda busy. Also, I have to admit, when there wasn’t so much stuff going on I took the opportunity to be a bit lazy, and when wasn’t lazing my technical adviser was. Hence, no blogging.

The good news is though, I’ve got plenty of stuff to talk about, so we can have a few good catch-up sessions! So, first things first, I’ll just jump in with the best and most exciting news. Are you ready? Are you sure? Okay, here we go… My puppy‘s been born! Yep! You read it right! On November 19th , the awesome and gorgeous Shadow gave birth to 3 boys and 2 girls and she said that one of the boys could be my new baby bro! Now, I want you to prepare yourselves, because you’re about to see something extremely cute. Almost as cute as me. This is my bro.

Tucker (born Bossanova) with his mummy, Shadow

Tucker (born Bossanova) with his mummy, Shadow (Photo courtesy of Alfiedog.me.uk)

 My buddy Alfie and his mum/human/mistress say that Tucker’s really sweet and loves his cuddles. It looks like they might be right!

 Tucker is the cuddler in the back. (Photo courtesy of Alfiedog.me.uk)

Tucker is the cuddler in the back. (Photo courtesy of Alfiedog.me.uk)

So, what makes this puppy so special and different from all the others? Good question! Well, first of all, he is mine, mine, mine! I mean, I might share him with my mummies sometimes, like, when he wants to go for a walk, or has a whoopsie on the carpet, or it’s feeding time, or when he wants to play fetch – I can fetch myself, thank you very much! But when it comes to the important stuff like cuddles, they will have to form an orderly queue behind me.

Now, there are 2 more very unique things about Tucker that not only make him special but also prove beyond any reasonable doubt that he was always destined to be mine. As you may know, dogs have only got 4 toes on their back feet, right? Not my Tucker! Tucker the Wonder Dog has got big feet, just like me! He’s got 5 toes on his back plodders! His extra toes look a bit like thumbs and given the brains of him and his kind, he might just find a way to put those thumbs to good use!

The other way we know he was meant to come and live with us is his kinked tail. You remember my awesome big bro, Geordi? He had a kinked tail too, and he was my best buddy ever. He was gentle and loving and we just had tons of fun. We were a good team. So, Tucker’s not un-bunny-like feet and a tail to match Geordi’s have got to be signs, right?

Me and Geords, planning our next move.

Me and Geords, planning our next move.

As regular readers may recall, Alfie and his family live in York, so it’s a bit too far for me to go to see Tucker and introduce myself, so Alfie helped me find another way to say hi to him. It’s way better than the stupid way standy-uppy people do it. What do you learn by shaking someone’s hand and exchanging pleasantries? You’ve got to get straight in there with your nose! So my mummies got me a nice clean flannel, folded it up neatly and plonked it in my cage. Then I made sure to sit on it for a few weeks to really get my scent ground in, and then made sure I got as much hair on it as possible. It turns out that my moulting efforts were for nothing as Mummy El said that it was very rude to deposit your hair all over someone else’s house, and got as much of the loose stuff off as she could. Oh well, at least the old eau de Tino is there to stay.

The parents saw what a good idea it was and followed suit; they got him a little comforter and made sure to get plenty of their stink on that too (emphasis on the stink). Alfie‘s got the stink rags with him now, and every day little Tucker has a few minutes alone with them so he can get to know us the proper way.


Tucker taking in our smells. Better him than me. (Photo courtesy of Alfiedog.me.uk)

The puppies turned 4 weeks old yesterday and they’re already 3 times as heavy as me! Chubsters! I can’t wait for my mummies to bring him home so I can meet him, but until then I’m keeping a close eye on Alfie’s pupdates over at alfiedog.me.uk, and watching them get up to plenty of mischief on the live puppycam!

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I’ve been sitting on some news for a very long time now. Well, it feels like an eternity but I think it’s only been 2 or 3 weeks really. You remember I said yesterday that Mummy El tells me not to count my chickens before they’ve hatched? Well, she told me that in relation to this news rather than the car.

See, here’s the thing. I might, might, and I have to stress again, MIGHT be getting my puppy in January.

I’ve told you about my bud, Alfie, before; he lives in a very faraway place called York where they talk like the people off Emmerdale. He’s the Entlebucher who lives with 3 other Entlebuchers. 2 of the others are girls, I’m not sure if they’re housemates or if they’re all adoptive brothers and sisters, but one of the girls is quite mean to him sometimes, which makes me think she’s his sister, and one of them might, might, MIGHT be pregnant with my puppy!

I’m not sure how it all works (my mummies say that it’s grown up stuff) but somehow girl dogs decide a few times a year that they fancy having some puppies, and then their humans/parents take them to meet a boyfriend, and then… Well, then my mummies get fuzzy with the details, but if they’re lucky, their boyfriend gives them puppies!

Megan (the one who must be Alfie’s sister) thought she fancied puppies earlier on this year so went even further away from York than York is from here and met her boyfriend. I think they liked each other and I think he wanted to give her puppies, but it didn’t work out. That’s life, eh?

Alfie tells it much better than me, but the short version of what’s happening now is that when my mummies abandoned me to hug wallabies, Shadow, that’s Alfie’s other girl, decided it was puppy time so her human/mummy/mistress took her all the way to Switzerland to meet a boyfriend, and Megan went along for the ride too. I think she must be very sophisticated and well-travelled. Then, when they were getting ready to come home, Megan decided that she wanted puppies again too!

Being a boy, and too cool to care, I don’t know much about the female psyche, but I’ve heard they’re prone to jealousy and wanting what other girls have got, so I’m going to go with that for the reasoning behind her decision. Mummy El says it’s more likely to be biology, but refuses to clarify the finer points, and I think Nana had been at Mummy El’s painkillers because when I asked her about it she started telling me some rubbish about storks and cabbage patches, so I’m sticking to my theory until somebody can come up with a better one.

Jealousy, biology, giant winged birds, I don’t care! The point is, Megan stayed in Switzerland for a bit longer and met a boyfriend too, so if they’re both carrying puppies, and they both have enough healthy puppies – which is the most important thing in the whole wide world, even more important than me getting a puppy (you have no idea how difficult that was for me to say!) – then their human/mummy/mistress might, might, MIGHT let me bring one home in January!

Now, that’s a lot of ‘might’s. Mummies El and J keep telling me to keep my hair on (which is very difficult for one who moults so profusely) because we don’t even know if either of the girls are pregnant yet, and that’s just the first ‘might’, but a bunny can’t help but dream, can he?

Blogging is exhausting stuff, so I’m off to have a snooze now, I promise to try and count sheep though, not chickens.

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Okay, I’m officially jealous. As excited as I am about the puppy, and, yes, it was my idea, I thought that now we’re on the waiting list and there’s no more to be imminently done it all would quieten down a bit and I would be back where I belong, smack dab in the centre of everyone’s attention.

Last night, after I took myself off to bed (well, when I say “took myself off”… Mummy J said ‘the B-word’, my eyes widened, my ears stood up, and then I legged it) I got my obligatory three pieces of dried apple, had some nuggets in my bowl for supper, and laid myself down to chill and have a little doze. I couldn’t rest though because I could hear my mummies whispering; I had to prick up an ear and try to have a closer listen because, generally speaking, when they’re all secretive like that they’re discussing surprises, both nasty and nice, and as it was my Birthday last month I didn’t like my odds. So I tuned in, and what were they talking about? The puppy. Again.

How big should his bed be? Where should it go? The pros and cons of baby gates. Should we just have one or two? Top, bottom or both ends of the staircase? Should we just teach him restraint and that he’s not to use the stairs? Will he be allowed on beds and sofas or not? The list went on and on…

Who was it who suggested a puppy? Who was it who did all the research? Who was it who did all the number crunching to work out the cost of food and insurance? Me, that’s who!

I did all the leg work and then I’m forgotten. He’s even got a name already, he’s not even planned yet, let alone born! And did I get consulted about his name? No.

Now it’s all Tucker this, Tucker that… I’m not sure I even like the name!

They can prepare themselves for some mayhem this weekend, I’ve got the right ‘ump!

Grumpy face


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So, it was time to talk to my mummies about a puppy…

It was a very delicate and difficult situation for us all, Geordi was so very special, but it turns out that they were feeling the same way as me, that he had left a huge void in our lives. I showed them my findings and that made them feel even better about a new puppy. Entlebuchers are the exact opposite of Geordi in every way: he was small and white, they’re a lot bigger and black; Geordi was a go to the beach, sunbathe and hit on hot chicks kind of a guy, whereas Entlebuchers are more likely to want to learn to surf and go for a swim.

Geordi and Mummy El at the beach

When Geords went for a walk in the woods he inevitably ended up being carried half way because he liked the scenery but got tired, but an Entlebucher would probably even be able to keep up with my mummies if they went there on their bikes!

Geordi sleeping off the rigours of a hard day

In essence, Geordi was his own man; he had his way of doing things, and he knew that he was their baby, not their dog. We all decided that an Entlebucher would definitely be more of a ‘dog’ dog.

This is where Mummy J being bilingual comes in handy; there is an abundance of info about Entlebuchers written in German, so she could fill in the gaps in mine and Mummy El’s research. It didn’t take us all long to decide that this was the dog for us, but just to be doubly sure that I’d be okay Mummy J joined a forum and found a good handful of German speaking people who had Entlebuchers and rabbits in the same household, and they all said it was fine. I’ve got an online Entlebucher buddy now called Alfie who lives up north, and he’s friends with his neighbour’s chickens so I think I’ll be all right.

To be honest, I’d feel a bit better about life if I had a big strong boy to look out for me again. Geordi may have looked like a powder puff on legs but he wouldn’t have let that Spaniel from next door chase me like he did… I don’t even want to think about it. This puppy can’t come fast enough!

My mummies have explained that I’m still going to be their number 1 priority – and rightly so – and we’ve got to introduce the puppy to me slowly, but I think he’ll be fine. I’m working on my growl, and I’m not backwards at coming forwards when I don’t like something, so I’ll be quick to put him in his place. I’m the man of the house now, and I’m not giving that up for anybody.

Come back tomorrow to read about my first meeting with an Entlebucher.

This post was dedicated to Geordi Boy, the best friend a bunny could have.

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Our weird and wonderful family is getting bigger! We’re adding a bit of Swiss into the mix. This isn’t really news to me, I’ve known for a while and, in fact, it was my (brilliant) idea, but I’m getting more and more excited about it, so wanted to share the news with you, my new friends.

The story starts on a sad note. You see, I haven’t always been the man of the house; when I arrived I had a big bro. I know technically Frodo is my big bro, but I mean I had a BIG bro – well, compared to me anyway. His name was Geordi and he was a Bichon Frise. I was a bit unsure of him at first, he was so brave and confident, and I was just a baby, but he soon convinced me that he just wanted to be a good role model, show me how to wrap the grown-ups around our paws, and how to give them the signals for “I’m hungry”, “I’m bored” and “I don’t care if it’s Sunday, get up!”. He was my mentor, my playmate and my best friend, but all too soon I lost him to the big kennel in the sky.

Me and Geords

Now, nobody could ever replace my Geordi, he was one of a kind, but I have been getting a bit bored and lonely, and I feel like I would be a good big bro. I think Geordi would be proud to watch me pass on all of the secrets of mayhem to a new puppy, the same way he passed them onto me.

Now, as the Spaniel next door proved to me in an unfortunate chance meeting, getting the right dog to live harmoniously with a rabbit is a tricky process. I took to the internet and started doing my research, trying to cross reference my needs with those of my mummies. See, they’re very outdoorsy, active people (when Mummy El can walk!) and love doing things that I just can’t join in with. I grant you, Geords wasn’t the most sporty or athletic little dog but he was always chuffed to go with them to the beach and for a walk in the woods, and I got the feeling they were missing that. I quickly dismissed some of the smaller, toy breeds as they didn’t seem a good fit for my parents, and I certainly didn’t want to risk a terrier! My self-preservation alarm went off straight away!

Anyway, one day, by pure chance I came across a really handsome dog called an Entlebucher. It was the smallest member of the Swiss Mountain Dog family, but I’d never heard of them before so had to do a bit of reading (not that there was much information out there) and imagine my joy and surprise when I read that they have little or no hunting instinct! Plus, they’re like the Olympians of the dog world, which I knew would please my mummies, so I decided to broach the subject.

Come back tomorrow to find out how.

This post was dedicated to Geordi Boy, the best friend a bunny could have.

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