Puppy Love

I’m slightly enamoured. Can you tell?

Lucky – I was so scared that they wouldn’t get along or we would have major problems. But Rupert and Posie are best friends already. They curl up next to each other when it’s cold and chase each other around the house like maniacs… so cute!

Having two puppies has brought out a major character defect in me though – I play favourites. Majorly. But probably only as an antidote to what everybody else is doing.. everybody is smitten with Rupert so much to the point where Posie is feeling neglected. Someone has to love her, so I’ve been paying her extra attention. At home, Posie will play Mario Kart with me, and Rupert will go hang out with Nathan and play computer games. Girls versus boys!

You know how people say that dogs tend to resemble their owners (or vice versa)? I think that’s happening here… in personality at least.

Posie is like me – she is very smart but a bratty little princess. She needs all the attention in the room.. no, the world. She is very vocal and barks constantly. She also loves wearing her little pink sweater and parading around in it. She never walks; she prances or sprints or pounces. She is mad about her toys and wants to play all the time. She’s super affectionate and just wants to lavish everybody with kisses, all the time, whether they are awake or not. She pulls the funniest faces and gets so angry when we laugh at her.

Rupert is like Nathan – he is a little log of a dog, so chilled out. He’s super sweet but very much a ‘boy’ dog, which is something I’m not used to. I call him the Insinkerator – I give them both treats and his is gone before Posie has taken a single bite of hers, and he has no qualms about stealing food off the coffee table if we’re not supervising. When you pick him up, he goes completely limp and throws his weight backwards so you have to hold him like a baby. He adorable and a total lap dog.

Okay, puppy love overload. They are so adorable, but I’ll try to refrain from puppy worship too much in the future! Seeing as I’ve been stuck inside by myself for so long, I’ve got a warped appreciation of what is actually exciting – these little guys are the most interesting thing in my life right now. A bit sad, but winter won’t last forever.

xx Bunny

living dead girl! and hopefully a puppy

My sister Jennifer wanted me to be the model for a school project, dealing with suicide (her idea). This is me; covered in chocolate sauce, in the bath with a petticoat slip on, trying not to giggle.

Fun fun fun. I’m still quite sick, which Jennifer said would only add to her photos! Behold my pointy eyebrows. She’s still editing her photos – this is just one I was playing with as a little demonstration for her on how to change colours, etc.

Also, this is the little dog we may (hopefully) be getting next weekend –

Meet Rupert.

It’s a tricky situation, and I am extremely hopeful that things work out. Rupert’s current owner has decided he needs a ‘forever-home’ with a family that can give him the time and attention he deserves; apparently he’s a sweet little darling to humans, but can be very timid and is scared of other dogs. Posie can be very full-on and a little overenthusiastic in her affection sometimes, so it will definitely take some work to introduce them to each other; slowly, in a way that both of them can deal with.

I’m also hoping that by the end of next week, I can have my room sorted out; my easel set up, my felt sorted by colour and stacked neatly, buttons in their jars, fairy lights strung across the curtain rail. It would be nice to have a place to get better..

xx Bunny

Do These Things. Now.

Certain people (specifically Megan, Nathanator and Sarah) have inspired me today. I have been feeling so grey lately, and still am to an extent, but at least I am getting excited about a time (very soon) when I can live my life as I want and decorate it as I like, and be my manic pixie dream girl self again. So here is my list for myself, but I can share! I command anybody out there reading this to get fired up, slap on a smile, cultivate a sense of perpetual wonderment and curiosity, and DO THESE THINGS. Or at least think about it:

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Wear pretty dresses, even to the supermarket. Knit a pair of mittens. Ride a bike and let go of the handlebars. Put your music in autobiographical order. Pat a cat. Bake a cake. Draw a comic featuring you and your best friends as superheroes with tragically hilarious flaws (i.e. can become invisible, except for their face). Ask your grandparents about ‘the old days’. Cut up your old clothes and make them into something new and fabulous.

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Twirl. Twirl really fast while looking up at the sky, then try to run in a straight line. Do this on soft grass, for when you inevitably fall over, giggling like a maniac. Do housework to 90’s pop music, adding in spontaneous dance moves. Go out for cocktails in very high heels and pretend you’re on Sex and the City. Forget about audience, structure, tone and all that junk; just write a story. Paint.

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Watch TV. It won’t kill you unless you let it. Quit your job. Start a new one. Go running until your ribs ache but your mind sparkles with clarity and openness. Catch a train until you are so far out of the city that you will see bunnies in the fields if you are quiet enough. Come back into the city and wander through nameless alleyways; meet the musicians that play on street corners under moonlight. Don’t keep promising to yourself to keep a visual diary – actually do it. Buy pretty shoes, then clean out your entire wardrobe until it is pretty enough to properly ‘welcome’ the new shoes.

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Lay on a lawn with somebody you adore and smile as much as you want. Ask questions. Eat the cake that you baked a couple of paragraphs ago. Watch Jurassic Park – you know you want to. Stop thinking of underwear as something that is allowed to be plain and boring. Stay in bed on a cold dreary afternoon. Stay up all night if there are better things to do than sleep. Stop listening to stupid people. Paint every fingernail a different colour. Buy a last-minute air ticket and take your camera.

If there are no stars in the sky, make your own.

xx Bunny