Belinda Says Hay: “Airbnb”

Hello. It’s Belinda.

First of all, Happy Father’s Day to everyone who celebrates. I hope you can take the day off to relax. If not, try to grab a few extra treats from the jar.                                                                        

Speaking of relaxing, did you see my Facebook post on Tuesday? I mentioned I have “vacation fever.”  

It’s all over the TV commercials. People flying off to Jamaica or walking through herds of sheep in Ireland. I could use a change of scenery too for a few days. Come back refreshed. 

My roommate reminded me that I just took time off for my elbow accident. “Besides, you just became a manager. Abigail might need you for something.” 

Her comments are one of the reasons I need to get away, if you want to know the truth. 

Anyway, I guess my agent read my post. She showed up on Tuesday and told me to pack my bags. Said she’d booked me into “a cozy new Airbnb” for a few days. 

I didn’t want to sound ungrateful but I’ve seen Airbnb on TV and I’m not a fan. If humans want to rent out their extra bedroom or tool shed to strangers for the night, that’s fine for them. But I’m too private to let a rabbit I don’t know into my pen. Even if the money is good.  

And while I can be flexible about where I stay for a night or two, I would rather see the room before I commit. 

Well it turned out when my agent said “Airbnb” she really meant the storage area on her third floor. Usually that space is full of Small Pet Select boxes – hay and toys and Castle sections. Ramps and bridges and forts. Digging boxes. Herbal mixes. Healthy snackers.  

But I guess she unpacked all of those boxes for Justice and Bill, the rabbits who moved here from Las Vegas. Because to my surprise they are not only living with my agent, they are set up in the guest room. Where I usually stay.

Anyway, it’s not my house. If I have to stay in the storeroom, that’s fine.  

And while I was expecting to hang out for the week, my agent had other plans. We spent the whole time working on the email situation. Trying to figure out why some people are not getting my blogs on Sundays. 

I don’t know how to “code” but I’ll do just about anything to fix this mess.

First of all, my friends are going to think I’m not sending emails to them anymore. Which is not the case. 

Also I have to hit my numbers. If I’m not able to remind everyone about pear blueberry healthy snackers and the rest, sales are going to tank. I don’t need that on my conscience.

I sure hope everyone gets this. If you have a chance, leave a comment for me on Facebook.

After all this email nonsense I need a vacation more than ever.

Sincerely, 

Belinda

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select