It's been a while since I updated you all on my Netherland house bunny - Mr. Owen Fluoride. And just so you know, he just had his birthday. He is six. Which is 51 in human years I've learned. He's a spoiled fella, with a two story bunny condo I'd built complete with hanging art. I love that people I admire like Amy Sedaris not only own a house rabbit also, but are part of the House Rabbit Society, a great site about teaching owners about their own furballs.
"Now run along and don't get into mischief. I am going out"
He and I have agreed upon a new routine which, for a rabbit who does not like to be held, is pretty freakin' great. At night, about the time he gets his bedtime dinner (another routine used to get him into the office so we can shut the door and go to bed), he comes over and nudges my feet, let's me pick him up, snuggles into my lap, and let's me scratch and rub his head and ears for as long as I want. Usually about ten minutes before I get bored.
And now here it is; it's late, I have insomnia, he's cute, and I have a camera. Really, these can't be helped.
