ceelove

Er. I went to the store for pet litter. I came home with a new bunny. The owner was all, "Seriously, take him home for free, bring him back if it doesn't work out." Within an hour, it was clear that a) it would be tragic for two little girls if it didn't work out, and b) there's an easy solution, he can live in the kitchen.

He's freaking HUGE, a Flemish Giant, more like a small dog than a big bunny. He's pure white and shed enough fur to make three more bunnies in the first hour here. He explores like crazy, is insanely affectionate, and doesn't mind a lease being put on him.

And the reason I brought him home? 'Cause I love Petra, I really do, but after a year and a half she still hates being held, and this guy basically set up shop in my lap upon meeting me. What a sweetie! So now we apparently, just like that, have a house bunny.