Hello. It's Belinda.
Don't tell anyone but I'm writing this a few days after Christmas.
Not sure if it's Tuesday or Wednesday. Could be Friday for all I know.
The reason I don't want anyone to know is I'm supposed to be "on vacation." My roommate said spokesrabbits need time off just like everyone else.
Well I'm not like everyone else. I'm a rabbit. Not really "wired" to hang out and do nothing.
Plus I have a "farming job." The hay must get through. Which means I need to check emails and such. The big boss is counting on me.
Also this week is almost as confusing as Daylight Saving Time. But instead of moving the clocks ahead or back, they just "canceled" time until the new year.
Every morning I wake up in a panic. Thinking I'm late for a meeting.
Then I remember I'm supposed to be "relaxing." For example, my roommate keeps nagging me to watch TV with her.
So last night after dinner I carried some apple sticks from my stash up to the living room. I stretched out on my TV rug and started chewing.
I wanted to watch my favorite show, which is “Vega$.” Featuring detective Dan Tanna. Or that program with the artist who paints trees and clouds. “Bob Ross.” Puts me right to sleep to be honest.
But my roommate chose a movie about a cowboy doll and his friends. They're all toys but they walk around and have adventures.
I tried to pay attention but I kept thinking about work. If only I could check my hay numbers once a day I'd be fine. It's hard to focus on movie plots when you have hay on your mind.
Of course, the good part about vacation week is the snacks. Josh from the warehouse sent a little box of "holiday treats" to me. Actually it was a big box. I've been eating nonstop.
And I was in such a good mood on Christmas I even shared my snackers with the English. Not a typo.
I can be polite to the English now and then. Especially when I have enough treats to last for months.
I'm sorry this blog is all over the place. I keep sneaking down here to work on it. I can't help myself.
And that's my whole point.
My roommate wants me to act like a regular employee. Someone who can "leave work at the office."
Or like a normal rabbit. Happy to goof off with the humans during the winter holidays.
I don't know if I can do any of that. Because am I a rabbit? Or am I a spokesrabbit?
The answer is I'm both.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com
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