No. 17 - Albi goes cronuts

I was very curious about this new food fad, the cronut. What is a cronut? It is a mutant croissant and donut hybrid. I read on a blog that they were also rose flavored, so I got super excited. I love to eat roses. I found more information online and they said to get there around 7am if you wanted to buy one. Eek! So early. Here I am, waiting to take the subway.

When I got to the Dominique Ansel bakery, there were already so many people in line at 6:50! I wonder if everyone here likes to eat roses too. 

There wasn't much to do while I waiting in line. Most people had a smartphone or book. I wish I could hold something like that with my paws but all I could do was stand there patiently.

At 8, they finally opened the door! I went in and ordered three of these cronuts. mmMMMmmmm--they smell of roses and vanilla, all coated with sugar.

I hope you get to try these soon in NYC. The next time you stop in, please save me one.

No. 16 - To my Mommy

Happy Mother's day, Mommy! I miss you, and since I'm in the big city and you're back home in the beautiful country, I got you this delicious box of cookies!

My mom is always dressed to the nines. I have the best memories of her in the garden, tending to the vegetables and flowers. Isn't she so pretty? Father was pretty good-looking too, that's where I get my soft fur from.

I wanted to send her a photo of me in a garden so she could remember what things were like when I was young. But I don't have my own garden so I had to walk up and down the streets looking for one that I could use. I knocked on the door to ask for permission, but nobody answered. Hmmm, nobody will mind if I just sneak in a photo, right?

Oh no, just when I got in a few snapshots, the police came by and said that I was trespassing. The cop said that lately there has been a problem with rabbits sneaking into gardens. "But I didn't steal anything, officer," I said. But he didn't care.

And that's how I ended up here. Behind bars. Happy Mother's day, mom. I hope this was all worth it.

No. 15 - The Busiest Day of the Year

Well folks, I'm sure a lot of you were expecting some big post about Easter and all. Well, I've had just about enough of Easter, after painting and dropping off all those eggs. So I decided to enjoy a little bit of me time. After thinking so much about Albi's dream house, I figured I'd look for some sweet decorations and furniture. But only classy stuff for me, so I took a big trip to Ikea.

Woah, I heard about college kids and their lava lamps, but this selection had me tripping out. Am I decorating my dream house or a rabbit disco?

I started walking around, and this Ikea is like a casino (see previous entry on that)--you can't figure out where you're going and you keep going around in circles and have no choice but to buy stuff. How many yoga mats do I need? Probably one of each color.

I thought I must be dreaming, because then I found myself sinking in a pit of laughing carrots and brocolli creatures. Shut up dummies--I will eat you!

Hopping in endless circles and sinking in vegetable pits sure made me tired. Luckily I stumbled upon a perfect rabbit-sized bed. No Goldilocks problems for me. I wish I knew how to turn off those lights though.

Ikea has all kinds of wacky stuff, and they give you these giant bags to put everything in. I think I decided that all I really needed was one of these bags. Anyhow, everything about this store is crazy in the head--the guy who came up with all this must also write those instruction manuals. 

No. 14 - Home is Where the Rabbit Is

I've been talking a lot about work lately. But I'm the kind of rabbit that works hard and plays hard. And when you play as hard as you work, sometimes it makes your house look bad.

It is a little embarrassing having guests over when the place is falling apart. For example, I wouldn't want anyone to see how bad my bathroom is, with a hole in the ceiling, except maybe a dog. I tried to think of a good way to repair the ceiling, so I stuck my horse in the hole. But then I realized that I still need that horse, so that's not a permanent solution.

I couldn't find the tools I needed to fix the roof, so I did what any handyrabbit would. I went to Lowe's, my neighborhood store.

Right at the front was the garden area. I tried to hide from the sales clerk who might see me snacking on some leaves. Ok, just kidding, of course I didn't eat any of these plants. They didn't look that tasty anyhow.

Forget about Barbie's dream house--this is Albi's dream house! Yoooo-hoo everyone, it's me, Albi!

Of course if I got my dream house, everyone would want to come in, and I'd have to keep them out somehow. Hmmm, this would do the trick. Beware of rabbit! He will paw you in the face!

Call me old-fashioned, but I still like hand-written letters from my fans (but not from the IRS). This mailbox doubles as a guest house.

Silly rabbit, you forgot why you came here in the first place! That roof is not going to fix itself...time to get serious. I'm ready for some heavy duty construction to fix my tattered outhouse. Now where are the power tools? 

No. 13 - Runaway Rabbit

Well, I launched my new career as a rabbit journalist. I didn't realize it would be so tough out there. There are so many good writers! It's been a few weeks now. I hope some one will notice me soon. I found myself brooding around the house, with nothing much to do.

I started to feel self-doubt and worry. What if I wasn't cut out to be a writer? What would my friends say, especially after I told everyone about my new career? I didn't know what to do, so I decided to run away from home. I thought about it a lot. If I were to leave, I would definitely miss my friends. I would miss my fridge. Oh, and my servants are very nice to me. But, but...I felt like I had to leave. I packed up some hay, pellets and a few other things into my knapsack and headed out the door.

Without any place in mind, I hopped in the car and started to think about where I wanted to go. I couldn't think of anything. 

I tried to pull out onto the main road, but all of a sudden, a bunch of cars blocked my way. Argh, the traffic! While I was sitting and waiting for an opportunity to take off, I thought about my friends's jokes from last week and my pet horse and how much I would miss them. Maybe I just needed to keep at this writing business--not everyone can be an overnight success. I pulled the key out of the ignition and went back into my house, with a hop in my step. This rabbit is no quitter!