<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889</id><updated>2012-01-21T08:24:27.694-05:00</updated><category term='bunny rilee cute animal rabbit florida'/><title type='text'>BonnayBlog (boh-nay)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-1540600279474188202</id><published>2007-10-10T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:30:38.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love the window....</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't made any posts here in a long time. It's totally not my fault. I kept asking Mommy to help me blog and she kept telling me she was too busy! Then! Then, Mommy moved back to school and left me! I know! How could she leave me? "Don't worry, baby," she said, "I'll be back for you in two weeks!" So I waited and waited and it was so boring and she finally came. And I was so happy! But then she left without me again! What kind of Mother is she?? It wasn't until weeks later that she finally brought me back to my hometown, although she did it by wrapping my carrier in a blanket...weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this room is different from the other one we had, but I think I like it. It's a nice size and I have a cool new cage. (I'm still helping mom to decorate it, so I'll have her take a picture later) And there are new roommates to bother, although they don't stay in OUR bedroom, but they visit me sometimes, and I can smell them all the time. But I have one HUGE complaint....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RxLB8HWYiDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5qv85yz8oBA/s1600-h/rilee041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RxLB8HWYiDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5qv85yz8oBA/s320/rilee041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121368964782917682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WINDOW SILL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that is kind of like my window sill, but the blinds are always, always closed! Mommy said they have to stay closed, because if the neighbors saw me I could get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking out the window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the trouble, Mommy's taking me to stay with the vet's for a few days so I don't get in trouble. I'm tired of trying to stay out of trouble! I just want to stay with my mommy all the time and look out the window. Is that too much for a bunny to ask??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-1540600279474188202?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1540600279474188202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=1540600279474188202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/1540600279474188202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/1540600279474188202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-still-love-window.html' title='I still love the window....'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RxLB8HWYiDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5qv85yz8oBA/s72-c/rilee041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-4835629230121815576</id><published>2007-07-31T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:30:58.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know how it is</title><content type='html'>Heeeyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rq_g7Di7YcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KNpnLe5aXjc/s1600-h/rilee019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rq_g7Di7YcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KNpnLe5aXjc/s320/rilee019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093537008748028354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I posted last, but you know how it is. It's summer, and it's hot. And I just don't feel like doing much. Ehn, ehn. Such an effort to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the big pen Mommy built for me when she went away. But I didn't much like the girl who cleaned my cage. Only Mommy and I are allowed to enter my cage! Gargh. I did get tons of craisins from her though. ...not that that makes up for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how it is. Just chillin'. Oh, and it's about that time again, we have to move in August. Mommy's probably going to go first and bring me later. I hope I get my deluxe super-sized pen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... This is just taking a lot of effort right now *yawn* Later home friez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-4835629230121815576?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4835629230121815576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=4835629230121815576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/4835629230121815576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/4835629230121815576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-how-it-is.html' title='You know how it is'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rq_g7Di7YcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KNpnLe5aXjc/s72-c/rilee019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-4819132669369869758</id><published>2007-06-25T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:43:12.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone for 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Please don't think that I or my Mommy have died in the next 3 weeks. Mommy is gone on vacation and I have to stay by myself. Not looking forward to that, why didn't she bring me with? For that matter, how long is 3 weeks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-4819132669369869758?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4819132669369869758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=4819132669369869758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/4819132669369869758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/4819132669369869758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/gone-for-3-weeks.html' title='Gone for 3 weeks'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-8151384941219507091</id><published>2007-06-14T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:46:03.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I love to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a princess bunny, there are many things that I do every day and every week. But there are some things that I love doing more than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love looking out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RnDEEst1MlI/AAAAAAAAADg/DCUWgTZOGlw/s1600-h/rilee010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RnDEEst1MlI/AAAAAAAAADg/DCUWgTZOGlw/s200/rilee010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075772365048459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is probably my most favoritest thing to do! I love to see what's going on out there, and I love laying on the cool marble window sill. At night, Mommy pulls down the blinds, so I try having a peek by sticking my head between them. It's usually too dark to see though. Teddy the dog likes looking out the window too, but we don't do it together because he makes loud scary  noises when he sees someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love to dig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RnDGvct1MnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DUo4raoEXH0/s1600-h/rilee014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RnDGvct1MnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DUo4raoEXH0/s320/rilee014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075775298511123058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually, I like to try and dig under doors. Once I had a big box with newspaper to dig in, I loved it! But then I dug right through it, and Mommy said I made too much of a mess, pht. So it  went away. I have a little box now, but I don't use it, I'd rather dig by the door thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love a lot of other things, but those are probably my top two! Maybe later I'll let you know about the others, if I feel like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-8151384941219507091?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8151384941219507091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=8151384941219507091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/8151384941219507091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/8151384941219507091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-things-i-love-to-do.html' title='Some things I love to do'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RnDEEst1MlI/AAAAAAAAADg/DCUWgTZOGlw/s72-c/rilee010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-5124429308551401015</id><published>2007-06-05T23:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:47:55.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Mr. Slinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once had a slinky. We called him Mr. Slinky. Mr. Slinky and I loved to play together. We danced, we teased the dog, we had tons of fun! Then, sadly, one day Mr. Slinky broke in two pieces. Then three pieces. Then four, five, ...I don't really know how many there are now but there are several. The point is there isn't much we can do together anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch how much fun we had together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5107116675233847045&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye Slinky, we had some good times. Maybe one day, I can play with a relative of yours, but you'll always be the best slinky I've ever had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-5124429308551401015?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5124429308551401015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=5124429308551401015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/5124429308551401015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/5124429308551401015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-mr-slinky_05.html' title='Goodbye, Mr. Slinky'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-3613062273881451554</id><published>2007-05-17T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:21:46.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About when I moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We moved out a loooong time ago, on May 1st. Mommy says we can never go back there, and that makes me a little sad because I knew that room so well. I also won't see Roomie anymore. I liked her, but Mommy says maybe she can visit next Spring - that sounds far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving is very hectic! A lot was going on, and Mommy's Mom was there too! Little by little everything was disappearing from our room, even my cage (gasp) Instead I had to live under the desk for a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0lQUFogxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rOIoX7HeXOQ/s1600-h/ri007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0lQUFogxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rOIoX7HeXOQ/s320/ri007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065746118062146322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Uhhh excuse me what? Under a desk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I finally got to come out, everything was gone. I was so amazed, I had to make sure everything was really gone, but Mommy wanted me to get in the carrier. She just didn't understand how important it was to inspect the whole room - a scuffle ensued. (sigh) She got me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew what was coming next - a ridiculously long ride in the car. Boy, it sure was packed with stuff. Does Mommy really have that much stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0mOUFogyI/AAAAAAAAADA/RAT61qpSuJ8/s1600-h/ri008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0mOUFogyI/AAAAAAAAADA/RAT61qpSuJ8/s320/ri008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065747183214035746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got to ride shotgun, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0mvUFogzI/AAAAAAAAADI/FJbOJDHK3Qs/s1600-h/ri009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0mvUFogzI/AAAAAAAAADI/FJbOJDHK3Qs/s320/ri009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065747750149718834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ooo, sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My carrier had a new water bottle I didn't use. Mommy also packed it full of peepee-towels and -rags I didn't use. I also had hay cubes that I really like to eat, but I didn't eat any during the trip. Usually we travel during the evening, but this time it was the middle of the day, and it was very very hot! I had a towel to keep most of the sun out, but good thing the car has an AC! Because it was so hot, Mommy couldn't leave me in the car when she stopped to potty and buy food, so I got to come with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0ntUFog0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VAKcaCMFnfk/s1600-h/ri010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0ntUFog0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VAKcaCMFnfk/s320/ri010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065748815301608258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who the fluff is SpongeBob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy ate there instead of the car, so I got to go to a Burger King for the first (and probably last) time! Everyone was staring at me, they must know I'm a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my big cage here, and I spend more time in it, which makes me sad. Mom used to be in the room most of the day, only leaving 1-3 hours at a time. Now she's gone almost all day at a place called Work. She doesn't seem to like it much, and neither do I, I want to come out and play! This room has so much stuff I can't resist having a chew at, which is why Mommy locks me up. (sigh) Curse my curious teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-3613062273881451554?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3613062273881451554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=3613062273881451554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/3613062273881451554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/3613062273881451554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-when-i-moved.html' title='About when I moved'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rk0lQUFogxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rOIoX7HeXOQ/s72-c/ri007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-8046447113544872752</id><published>2007-05-08T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:16:34.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We moved! I can post all about it once Mommy finds her camera dock. In the mean time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RkEgsiZweyI/AAAAAAAAACw/gA2SMQLKXDk/s1600-h/rilee003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RkEgsiZweyI/AAAAAAAAACw/gA2SMQLKXDk/s320/rilee003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062363405662321442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-8046447113544872752?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8046447113544872752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=8046447113544872752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/8046447113544872752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/8046447113544872752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RkEgsiZweyI/AAAAAAAAACw/gA2SMQLKXDk/s72-c/rilee003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-7257849022523542245</id><published>2007-04-25T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:57:58.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, Mommy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhhh someone please tell me why my Mommy likes to make me jump into things and take my picture? This time is was a wooden bucket. What a horrible bucket. What an ugly bucket. What an unacceptable bucket! She couldn't offer me all the Craisins in the world to get into that stupid bucket. The flowers, however, were an acceptable choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Ri7bryZwevI/AAAAAAAAACY/cRe6EGQtHgo/s1600-h/ri005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Ri7bryZwevI/AAAAAAAAACY/cRe6EGQtHgo/s320/ri005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057220976894311154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;They were tasty. BUT apparently Mommy will not rest until there is a picture of me sitting in something in existance. So, by my grace, I decided to allow her to reward me for sitting in the &lt;a href="http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html"&gt;Easter basket&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Ri7dwCZwewI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZCzD7WGnfyw/s1600-h/ri006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Ri7dwCZwewI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZCzD7WGnfyw/s320/ri006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057223248932010754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There, I'm sitting in something, I hope she's happy. Otherwise, I have been very busy digging my tunnel. Man, it is taking a long time. It would be so much better if I could dig in something just a little looser than linoleum. I love love love digging! Are you paying attention Mommy? *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-7257849022523542245?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7257849022523542245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=7257849022523542245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/7257849022523542245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/7257849022523542245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/again-mommy.html' title='Again, Mommy?'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Ri7bryZwevI/AAAAAAAAACY/cRe6EGQtHgo/s72-c/ri005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-2415890284583793052</id><published>2007-04-20T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:10:36.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Choice Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! My bunnilicious blog has been nominated for &lt;a href="http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/categories/27"&gt;Best Animal Blogger&lt;/a&gt; at the Blogger's Choice Awards. If you think my blog is worthy, you can vote for it &lt;a href="http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/6258"&gt;-here-&lt;/a&gt;. (also there's a 'badge' to the right ---&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Mommy's been telling me of how we're going to leave here pretty soon, and it makes me a little scared. I don't remember much from before being in the pet store, and this is my home where I grew up, why would Mommy want to leave it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RilyOemxBtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qSDRFBoF6Ow/s1600-h/ri004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RilyOemxBtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qSDRFBoF6Ow/s320/ri004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055697649759487698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm freaking out, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-2415890284583793052?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2415890284583793052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=2415890284583793052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/2415890284583793052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/2415890284583793052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloggers-choice-awards.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Choice Awards'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RilyOemxBtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qSDRFBoF6Ow/s72-c/ri004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-6927538366323849423</id><published>2007-04-18T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:14:29.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 19!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally! I get to write in my blog! I've been waiting and waiting for Mommy because she helps me with the typing, me not having fingers and all that, but she keeps saying she's busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day while Mommy was taking a break, she found a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.bunnyrescue.org/calcage.html"&gt;bunny calculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Since bunnies don't live as long as humans (cry) it tells us how old a bunny would be in Bunny years. Turns out Mommy and I would be the same age! And yet she still treats me like a baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a princess note, Mommy bought me my own dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RiZC2DZOwXI/AAAAAAAAACI/60oESQ12auo/s1600-h/ri003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RiZC2DZOwXI/AAAAAAAAACI/60oESQ12auo/s320/ri003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054801128161460594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;I am dining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said they are not really for rabbits, but they are the perfect size for my salad bowl and pumpkin dish. They make me feel more special than I already am, no one can use them but me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-6927538366323849423?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6927538366323849423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=6927538366323849423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/6927538366323849423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/6927538366323849423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-19.html' title='I&apos;m 19!'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RiZC2DZOwXI/AAAAAAAAACI/60oESQ12auo/s72-c/ri003.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-9157481862311109434</id><published>2007-04-10T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:29:17.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday was Easter, apparently. I had never heard of Easter before, but supposedly it has to do with bunnies and eggs, and chickens? Mommy says lots of bunnies like me are sold around Easter, and then abandoned soon after and it's just really bad for them. Lucky for me I wasn't born around Easter and I have a loving Mommy who won't throw me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I guess this holiday isn't all so bad. The eggs (I don't get how bunnies and eggs go together....) are plastic, and filled with good things to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rhu5RjZOwVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KrSYQMnnX38/s1600-h/ri001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rhu5RjZOwVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KrSYQMnnX38/s320/ri001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051835118236123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;These are hard to open without thumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rhu6GTZOwWI/AAAAAAAAACA/bT-6cuPSnik/s1600-h/ri002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rhu6GTZOwWI/AAAAAAAAACA/bT-6cuPSnik/s320/ri002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051836024474222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This one had lettuce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got three eggs and I could smell what was inside. So I picked to open them in this order: Craisins, raisins, and lettuce. I think I may have eaten too much though, ugh. I can't wait for the next holiday! I wonder what it is and how many treats I'll get....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-9157481862311109434?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9157481862311109434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=9157481862311109434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/9157481862311109434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/9157481862311109434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-eggs.html' title='Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rhu5RjZOwVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KrSYQMnnX38/s72-c/ri001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-197154796260825239</id><published>2007-04-08T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:29:09.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhkYSK9bj9I/AAAAAAAAABw/3KASBZEKhEo/s1600-h/easter+bunny+07.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhkYSK9bj9I/AAAAAAAAABw/3KASBZEKhEo/s400/easter+bunny+07.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051095157531447250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-197154796260825239?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/197154796260825239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=197154796260825239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/197154796260825239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/197154796260825239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter ^_^'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhkYSK9bj9I/AAAAAAAAABw/3KASBZEKhEo/s72-c/easter+bunny+07.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-1418251568441870757</id><published>2007-04-03T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:11:26.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/pants-and-smoothies.html"&gt;Last week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I mentioned that Mommy didn't like my nails. I then went on to challenge her to try and do something about it. I didn't think she actually would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, Mommy told me I would get a Craisin if I went into my carrier. Naturally, I couldn't give up the offer. Little did I know it was a trap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhQO6q9bj6I/AAAAAAAAABY/W2XG3RlM6_M/s1600-h/ki008.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhQO6q9bj6I/AAAAAAAAABY/W2XG3RlM6_M/s320/ki008.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049677483316318114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Do you see me in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of coming out and going back in for more treats, she shut the door on me! I got scared and angry. Every time I get shut in here, bad things happen! Sometimes I have to sit in it, in a car, for a long long time. Or the worst one is when Mommy takes me to a place she calls the "vet" and then people hold me and flip me and poke me and wrap me and sometimes even hurt me. I was so mad that Mommy would trick me like that! I started digging the towel in frustration, but Mommy didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went in the car. I thought, oh no, it must be the long ride! But I had a towel, not bedding and hay, and I sat in the front, not the back. It was bumpy and shifty, but this ride was pretty short. Mommy said I was getting a pedicure, whatever that was. As soon as we walked in, I could smell it was a "vet"! They took me away from Mommy and cut my nails, put me on a scale, then took me back. It wasn't fun, but I've been on worse visits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy says I'm a big girl. When I was spayed, Mommy was too nervous to remember how much I weighed, but it was 2lb. something oz. Now I weighed 1.72 kg, that's 3 lbs. 13 oz.! Do I look fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhQSPq9bj7I/AAAAAAAAABg/mtFsBYxEjPs/s1600-h/ki009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhQSPq9bj7I/AAAAAAAAABg/mtFsBYxEjPs/s320/ki009.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049681142628454322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy says it's because I nap too much, hmph.  I was pretty mad at her when we came back. She told me if I wasn't so prissy and would let her hold me, she could do it herself instead. Too bad for her I will never get my nails cut ever again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-1418251568441870757?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1418251568441870757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=1418251568441870757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/1418251568441870757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/1418251568441870757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/pedicure.html' title='Pedicure'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RhQO6q9bj6I/AAAAAAAAABY/W2XG3RlM6_M/s72-c/ki008.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-2726885065585351523</id><published>2007-04-01T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:55:15.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today Mommy slept late again. I really wanted to go out and play, but she wasn't coming to let me out. I heard Roomie get up and leave, why didn't she let me out? But I was in a pretty good mood, so I decided not to bang things. Instead, I thought I might try to entertain myself in my cage. I pulled down my grass mat, that was kind of fun, but I think I woke Mommy up anyways because then she took down my cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After I let out some steam, I noticed that Mommy was doing something. She was putting stuff on the ground, weird stuff I've never seen before. I figured they must be new toys for me, but she shooed me away when I tried to chew on them. I was getting a little annoyed until she offered me a craisin - that made me happy again! She gave me a lot more craisins - tons of them! I finally got full of them, though, and that's when I noticed something was on my ear. I shook it off, then discovered where Mommy was hiding the craisins and managed to fit one more in my tummy. I'm not sure what it was all about, but Mommy said I can post it next week. Here's a picture from it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg_-Xw4cjSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x_d_vM_9nu8/s1600-h/ki007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg_-Xw4cjSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x_d_vM_9nu8/s320/ki007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048533391517715746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm going back for more craisins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then all day everyone was gushing over me and telling me how cute I am, and what a good girl I am. Finally, I get the praise I deserve! Maybe they finally realize how good I am after dealing with some fool named April? I don't know who that is, but they've been talking about him all day and he doesn't seem very nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-2726885065585351523?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2726885065585351523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=2726885065585351523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/2726885065585351523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/2726885065585351523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg_-Xw4cjSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x_d_vM_9nu8/s72-c/ki007.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-5979047885804851234</id><published>2007-03-31T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:14:14.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay thing and guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, Mommy re-arranged my cage! I liked it fine the way it was. I think it had something to do with this green thing hanging from the side of my cage, because she moved my litter box there next to it. I'm not sure if I like it yet or not... Mommy changed my litter box about a week ago, so this one is smaller and more cramped. Sometimes I have trouble reaching my hay because I end up sitting on most of it! So I can reach better I suppose, but it's a little strange, I like eating from the ground instead. And what am I going to do with the empty corner in the back now, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg8BZQ4cjQI/AAAAAAAAABA/T0KJJqDLC3I/s1600-h/ki005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg8BZQ4cjQI/AAAAAAAAABA/T0KJJqDLC3I/s320/ki005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048255240845692162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll give it a shot, how hard can it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then this human girl came into our room. She seemed vaguely familiar. Mommy told me later that the girl was her friend, and that she had taken care of me one time for a weekend and that she has a bunny named Toby. The smell of her jeans and hands! It made me crazy. I just wanted to sniff, sniff, sniff and nibble, nibble, nibble. But she got mad at me when I nibbled and pushed me away. That mad ME mad! So I gave her a warning bite, to tell her to stop. It wasn't even a real bite, but it made her more mad. What does she expect? All those interesting tastes, textures, and smells....! I think she didn't understand that I am the boss of this territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg8F0Q4cjRI/AAAAAAAAABI/46mW3uEvm7k/s1600-h/ki006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg8F0Q4cjRI/AAAAAAAAABI/46mW3uEvm7k/s320/ki006.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048260102748671250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;This is my "I'm in charge" face. Fear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-5979047885804851234?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5979047885804851234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=5979047885804851234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/5979047885804851234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/5979047885804851234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/hay-thing-and-guest.html' title='Hay thing and guest'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rg8BZQ4cjQI/AAAAAAAAABA/T0KJJqDLC3I/s72-c/ki005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-2744449004021128775</id><published>2007-03-29T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:59:14.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on the other side?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning Mommy didn't get out of bed and take down my bedtime cover at the time she normally does. I waited and waited and waited, then I finally decided I would have to make a little noise to get things moving. I had to bang several different things in my cage before she finally got the message. Why does she always seems so sleepy in the morning? That's the best time to run laps around the room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to try once again to try and dig a hole under the door. Mommy and Roomie are somehow able to open it, but I can't figure out where to pull. It's not too heavy for me, really, I just can't find the tooth-hold. I started my tunnel months ago, I'm sure I'm making progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgxqqQ4cjOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gNq4PUz5XKE/s1600-h/ki004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgxqqQ4cjOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gNq4PUz5XKE/s320/ki004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047526556694252770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm almost there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just gotta know what what's so interesting over there that the humans keep going to. Digging is pretty exhausting though, so I took an extra long nap. Mommy was feeling pretty sleepy too, I guess, because she snuggled with me for a long time and gave me extra kisses. Overall it was a pretty lazy day. But that's the life of a princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-2744449004021128775?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2744449004021128775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=2744449004021128775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/2744449004021128775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/2744449004021128775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-on-other-side.html' title='What&apos;s on the other side?'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgxqqQ4cjOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gNq4PUz5XKE/s72-c/ki004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-9072654626558865105</id><published>2007-03-28T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:43:58.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants and Smoothies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was pretty exciting! First, I battled the famed demon denim pants. It was pretty hard, but of course I won in the end. Mommy laughed at me, is that her way of celebrating my victory? It was pretty exhausting. Check out this exclusive footage Mommy captured of the battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-1562105235485008619&amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey! Did she call me fat?? Hmm she must have meant phat. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the boss around here, I'm in charge. I think those pants get the idea now. A victorious princess deserves something special, doesn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgrfJA4cjLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7YSDAXNm8Ps/s1600-h/ki002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgrfJA4cjLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7YSDAXNm8Ps/s320/ki002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047091678370630834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is what I call service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Later, Mommy gave me something she called a smoothie. I'm not sure what a smoothie is, but it tasted like strawberries - only better! It was a little cold, a little mush, a little liquid. Strange! It felt almost like eating applesauce actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rgrf-A4cjNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_IkkYtzEHq0/s1600-h/ki003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/Rgrf-A4cjNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_IkkYtzEHq0/s320/ki003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047092588903697618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I think she's holding out on me. My spoon is empty - fill it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rest of my day was spent napping, as usual. I need my beauty sleep! I think I look perfect the way I am, but Mommy has a problem with my nails. She says they are too sharp and long. Nails can never be too sharp and long! The better to scratch subservient humans with I say. I'd like to see what she can do about it, just try me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-9072654626558865105?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9072654626558865105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=9072654626558865105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/9072654626558865105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/9072654626558865105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/pants-and-smoothies.html' title='Pants and Smoothies'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgrfJA4cjLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7YSDAXNm8Ps/s72-c/ki002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380059541734278889.post-388751926183702566</id><published>2007-03-27T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:26:07.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny rilee cute animal rabbit florida'/><title type='text'>My first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgmkXw4cjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wysrDoJXarM/s1600-h/ki001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgmkXw4cjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wysrDoJXarM/s320/ki001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046745585610951842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My name is Rilee and I'm a bunny.&lt;/span&gt; Right now I'm somewhere around 8 months old (this is a guesstimate, I have a bad memory I guess!) and I'm Mommy's only baby. We live in Florida, it's too hot for a bunny out there - I live inside like a princess should. My intrests include interior decorating, napping, fine dining, exploration, and being in charge. My mommy's helping me make this blog so I can keep a record of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Just to cover a few things that happened before I came up with the idea for me to have my own blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I came to live with Mommy on September 16, 2006. She rescued me from a small, cramped cage in a pet store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Mommy tells me we share a room with another girl, but really THEY are living in MY room. We're going to move soon, how exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Thanksgiving break I peed on Mommy's bed and she got mad at me! I don't know why, it seemed like an okay place to potty. She picked me up, but I showed her by leaving a gash in her arm that bled - that's what you get for messing with ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I was spayed on December 29, 2006. That hurt a lot, but Mommy was very nice and caring to me, now I barely remember it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-In February I orded my mom to build me a bigger cage - which she did. She did a pretty good job, it's an improvement. I had to re-decorate a little though - *sigh*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1380059541734278889-388751926183702566?l=bonnayblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/feeds/388751926183702566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1380059541734278889&amp;postID=388751926183702566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/388751926183702566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1380059541734278889/posts/default/388751926183702566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnayblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-entry.html' title='My first entry'/><author><name>Rilee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601357068694205907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qhq7Ujy3pbo/RgmkXw4cjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wysrDoJXarM/s72-c/ki001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
