If you read this blog regularly, you probably know that my wife and I are expecting a baby in March. You may not know that we already have a pair of fur babies: a dog and a bunny. Getting the dog to sit still for three seconds while I take a wallet card picture is nearly impossible (we've tried). The bunny on the other hand is one chill little chick.
|Eat your heart out, bunny with a pancake on its head.|
Her name is Dumpling, and she is three and a half. Her name really only gets used at the vet as around the house we just call her "the bunny." She's a lot more like a cat than a rabbit. For example, she is litter box trained. She climbs on every piece of furniture we own and relishes the opportunity to cloister herself into tiny spaces that seem impossible to get into. Also, when she is ready to be pet, she will not only let you know - she will insist. She'll actually jump on your lap and nose your hand until you get to work. She'll do the same to your feet, too, as she's no snob when it comes to what appendage you're using to pet her. A glutton for attention this one is. And fat.