I don’t really scowl like that, do I? The artist made me look like I have Resting Disapproval Face.

I don’t really scowl like that, do I? The artist made me look like I have Resting Disapproval Face.
I explicitly requested the rabbit room, and instead they booked me into the doggie suite. I suppose the cutesy little affirmations on the walls are helpful if you’re a dog, but we rabbits don’t need that sort of thing.
Sammy at the vet, by Nikchick, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0
Oh, joy — it’s another Monday. For two glorious days out of the week, I get to cuddle up to my human while she reads and watches TV, and then on Monday she has to go to some dumb job while I sit here and wait for her. Whose idea was this, anyway?
Clement endured the trip in silence, sandwiched between two of the boss’ toughest goons. It was only a few bills a week, nothing the boss would miss — or so he thought. But soon the limo would stop at the lake house, and Clement would answer to the man known only as Mr. Big.
Somebody snitched, Andrew Y.