It became quite clear the other night that bunnies don't have, shall we say, the same level of respect for Nate that they have for me. I was leaving for a much-needed haircut and manicure and asked Nate if he could let the bunnies out for the evening romps. "Sure," he said, "no problem."
When I got home two hours later, all of the bunnies were back in their pens and Nate was collapsed on the chair. "How were they?" I asked. "They were
terrible," he replied. I thought he was kidding. He was not.
First, Phoenix had managed to work her way behind the entertainment center and was nosing the delicate (and expensive!) wires back there, deciding which one to snip first. Alexandria had gotten out and decided she needed to try to eat her way through the slipcover on the sofa (luckily, she was quite loud about it and Nate was able to intercept her). Paddington had decided to beat up on
Flat Paddington. To do this, he had to get up on a chair he never pays attention to and start assailing a flat friend who has never bothered him before. (Luckily for Fur Paddington, I can repair the minimal damage to Flat Paddington's face).
Nate was right. They had been terrible.
While they're definitely not always angels when Mom's around (
oh boy, are they not always angels), it's odd for all three of them to be so naughty. Is it possible that they've developed some respect for me over the years and know not to push boundaries? If so, that's a major victory! I've endeavored for years to be firm with them without being mean and it appears it's paid off.
Nate, on the other hand, has just moved in and it appears they're testing him. Since he's not going anywhere, we're just going to have to work on the bunnies giving him some R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Any suggestions?