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| If any of you were kissed by your bunny this morning, would you tell us about him or her? Ours is a tortoise-colored dwarf Dutch named Sara who just turned one year old. Her white saddle is normal on one side but only about half an inch wide on the other, so some breeder probably dumped her at a pet store because he couldn't show her. We got her one night last December on a whim; after we got home at 9pm, I built her cage until about 3am while my wife held her the whole time. No wonder Sara is "Mommy's baby girl" not to mention that whenever she gets in trouble (chewing carpet, mainly) I'm the stongman that chases her down and picks her up to go back in her cage. Our crowning achievement is training her not to go into one room where there are too many cords to bunny-proof well. Even if the door is open, she'll stop at the threshhold and look at us. If we say her name in our "angry voice" she'll hesitate a bit longer and then hop away like that's what she planned the whole time. Sometimes, though, she'll sneak in, and when we catch her in the the Angry voice makes her zoom out and immediately hide behind the couch. Other than that, she's the one that's done most of the training on us! We love her to death; anyone who doesn't have a house bunny is missing out! |