My first was actually a gift for my sister when she was 5. I was 8. He was a lop we called Jacques. We didn't realize the Scotty dog on Lady and the Tramp was actually called Jock. But the dog hopped, so we named the bunny after him. . . Sort of. He was light brown with a dark brown stripe on his back. We had a little dog too. The dog was very protective of the bunny. He wouldn't let anyone but family near him. I don't know how long we had him before he died. It wasn't very long. For years, I thought it was because he was outside with us while we played with huge bubbles. It could have been the heat or the soap getting in the grass. Now, though, I know what happened. We feed him all wrong. He didn't get hay. He did get iceberg lettuce and plenty of carrots. We didn't know. I was home alone with him when he died. Even though we knew he was sick, I felt guilty for a while. I was 8, after all, and convinced myself I could have done more for him. I'm glad I researched before getting my buns this time. Having Internet really helps.