Don't tell mom- but we've aquired a bunny. He comes from a pretty crappy situation so in a way we feel like he's just discovering alot of things. The former owner told he was 14 (!) but after spending almost a week with him, I just can't see how thats possible! He's an english spot bunny, possibly mixed with something dwarf because of his small size and different ear shape. His name was Ingrid (after a well known feminist/activist) but after a friend made the comment that he looked like a Rorschach painting the name fit and now he's Rory for short.
Anyways, tonight I made him a bunny box, which is basically just a cardboard box stuffed with his evening's veggies and well padded with newspaper. He's been going at it for hours, which is a great way for some playtime (where I don't have to wonder what he's up to) and a good way for him to use his mind a bit. He's been chin rubbing all over the box (bunny for 'i like this box and hereby claim it as my mine).
What could possibly be in there?
Sometimes you just get newspaper...
Sometimes you get a piece of lettuce...
But sometimes you get a piece of a favorite treat, apple!
After eating an apple, its very important to groom or you might get sticky paws
Jack doesn't understand the excitement of the bunny box...
and Rory doesn't understand the excitement of a stuffed sheep that squeaks
In other news, its snowing and supposed to snow all night long so hopefully we'll wake up to a couple inches tomorrow!
Sunday, March 01, 2009
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