Nela
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[align=center]Hello and welcome to the Tater Tot's Family blog. In this blog you will get to know our family and enjoy the craziness. We hope you join us and share the tears, fears, laughter and overwhelming love experienced in our family. Whether you like to browse through pictures, like to read funny annecdotes, or enjoy more detailed stories about the pets and our personal experiences, I'm sure you can find something here to enjoy. Please leave comments when you can and let us know if we've made you smile at all![/align]
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[align=center]I am Nela, real name Sophie, and I am the one writing this blog. I am 25 years old and I am Canadian. I am originally from Montreal but in May, 2010, I moved to the Netherlands to live with my boyfriend. These days, I am happily staying home to manage the household and my health. I absolutely love animals, music, arts, books, and lots more. I am never bored and I am a very happy person. I'm a bit silly and crazy, to be honest, but who isn't?[/align]
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[align=center]Jeff is my boyfriend. He is 39 years old and a true dutchie. Now, we do share 14 years between us but if you know us, you know that that really doesn't mean anything at all since we are just as silly and crazy as and about one another. He is a software programmer and is currently getting his masters in IT Architecture. We met onlineabout 2 years ago and we hit it off immediately. A few months after meeting online,he came to Montreal to meet me and we hit it off just as well in person. After numerous visits back and forth, I moved to the Netherlands to be with him. We now have our own home and he works while I take care of things around the house. We like to do things such as playing board games, video games, going for walks, and snuggling up and watching movies. We are both pretty quiet and prefer small groups of friends to large crowds. Jeff is the easy, pacific guy whereas I am the hot-headed passionate girl. Together, we appease and enflame each other.[/align]
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[align=center]Houdina is our 3 year-old sweetie. I got her from a pet store while I was in Montreal. I was there to get rabbit food but Houdina had decided she was coming home with me that day. As I was checking out the food, she grabbed my basket and refused to give it back until I gave her a thorough petting. She purred happily and stole my heart. Being that I had rabbits, I was really happy about the fact that she didn't play with her claws and so, I took the plunge and decided to attempt owning a cat.
Houdina was named the day I managed to lose her in a itty bitty bathroom. To this day, I have no idea where she hid, nor how she managed to escape. She is indeed named after the famous Houdini. Since then, Houdina has taught me that she is great at learning to open and escape things. It's a really good thing she wasn't gifted with thumbs!
Houdina is a gentle soul. She was raised with rabbits and adores them. She eagerly rolls about in front of them in order to get their attention. It was also Houdina who alerted me to that horrid day when my Wiggles fell ill and died. Houdina has also nursed abandoned kittens and stays by my side when I am ill. She's a beautiful girl and there isn't anyone who doesn't like her.[/align]
[align=center]She's also the sneaky one of the bunch. Just before moving here, I got the cats collars with bells to warn us of when they are near the doors since we were going in and out constantly. She decided she wasn't a big fan of them and found all sorts of ways to get out of them. Not only does she get out of hers, she also helps Baloo get his off. Once, both cats were missing their collars and I searched the house thoroughly and nearly gave up when I found them both nicely tucked under my pillow. One day, she proceeded to remove her collar and walk away happily with it in her mouth to hide it in her playhouse. When she realized we were watching, she handed me the collar and allowed me to simply put it back on. Just the other day, I noticed she was missing her collar only to be informed by Jeff that he had found the collar outside. Outside?! She doesn't go outside? Yep, Houdina had thrown her collar out the window in the hopes that we wouldn't find it...
That girl![/align]
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[align=center]Baloo... Oh dear what to say about Baloo... Well, let me start off by explaining how I got him in the first place. Baloo was actually found in the trash with his siblings by a passerby. I was fostering and running my own 'rescue & rehoming' thing and was contacted by the veterinary technician that heard of them. The woman could not keep them because her daughter was severely allergic and they could not keep them at the clinic so I took them in.
They were 3 in total and I must admit, I found the other 2 much cuter at the time. Baloo was the only 'solid' of the 3 and the tiniest. He was really terrified when I got them and he was bossed around by the others. Unlike his siblings, he didn't play at all and preferred to hide in the darkest spot he could find. When the time came to rehome the kittens, I considered keeping one of them thinking Houdina might enjoy the company. That idea was considered more seriously when a young woman asked to adopt to of the kittens. Faced with the decision of which I would rehome, I decided the siblings would be rehomed together as they were much closer with one another.
That was the day I thought Baloo would die on me. Finding himself alone, Baloo not only panicked but he refused to eat or drink. It was a pitiful sound to hear him cry the way he did. Before long, I gave in and cradled him at all hours to bring him comfort. Together, we would fall asleep and if I stayed with him, he'd eat and drink. When I needed to get my house chores done, I simply tucked him into the hood or the pockets of my hoodie where he would sit quietly. I did try to rehome him. I simply could not find anyone I trusted to give him the home he deserved and before long, I was putting up his Christmas stocking with Houdina's. I named him Baloo because he often played on his back with his paws in the air, making him look like a bear cub.
Baloo will always be a scared and sensitive cat. For over a year, he wolfed down food like a maniac from the fear of starving. He has a bad case of separation anxiety and the veterinarian noted just how quickly he stops eating and drinking if left alone. He doesn't trust strangers easily and is especially nervous around men. I was absolutely surprised at how Baloo reacted when he first met Jeff. He simply walked over to him and sat on him, purring as Jeff scratched behind his ears happily. I was extremely nervous about bringing him here from Montreal but leaving him behind was simply not an option. Surprisingly enough, he was perfectly fine. It was Houdina that was more concerning.
Nowadays, he's getting used to people more and more. With the family coming over often, he now greets people and lets the children play with him. I never would have expected him to play nearly as much as he does now. He's nearly 2 years old now and you'd think he's part dog for how much he loves to play fetch. Baloo can play fetch for several hours a day. Every morning when we wake, we are greeted by Baloo holding a toy of his in his mouth, looking at us wide-eyed, eager to play. It should also be noted that we often wake under a pile of toys as well. You should also know that if ever you come over and open a closet only to find yourself confronted with a bunch of toys neatly piled up in the centre, it was Baloo's doing.
He is definitely the family brat. He loves to drive us and especially Houdina up the wall. I sometimes call him a Tasmanian devil. He's also one of the squeakiest and most vocal cats out there as well. If ever you call me on the phone and wonder what those strange noises are in the back, please know that I am not strangling a mouse, it's merely Baloo seeking attention. By the way, Baloo has grown to be one of the most gorgeous black cats out there. We always get comments about his physique. His slender yet muscular body, shiny black coat, and kitten eyes (which have a bluish tint) always turn heads. [/align]
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[align=center]Maybelle is exactly what I didn't think she'd be.I was looking at local ads and Ijust loved the pictures I saw posted by a breeder. She is a blue-eyed white german lop, andweighs about8 lbs. I was expecting to get a sweet/gentle/delicate/girly bun... Maybelle is a character. She sure has bunnitude! Wow! This girl will thump at you if you even look at her. She gives us the butt more than anything, and just adores flicking us off with her back paws. She's really adorable though and she has the most gorgeous blue eyes. Her attitude really makes us laugh and we have learned to not offend the poor thing by touching her or looking at her.[/align]
[align=center]Maybelle lives as a free-range outdoor bunny. She has the whole yard to herself during the day and sleeps and naps in the shed. During the day, you can find her happily binkying around the yard andterrorizing neighborhood cats.This feisty girl is a riot and I'm really glad we have her.
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[align=center]Rolo is an'oopsie'.
I have kept Smores and Giggles (since rehomed with familydue to severe allergies)separate from the very start, being careful not to allow them to get together until our boy was old enough to be neutered. However, Giggles absolutely adores Smores and she's a completely different bunny with him around. She just comes to life when she is around him. So what I had been doing was using a double playpen and splitting it in the middle with extra panels to keep each of them on one side with the panels in between them. We had never had any problems until...
One day, I brought both Smores and Giggles in and set up the playpen as usual. The one thing that was different was that one of the panels I used in the middle was actually the gate so it had a door. Now, neither Jeff nor I thought twice about this and just left it as is. He and I snuggled on the couch not even 3ft away while they played. As usual, Smores and Giggles proceeded to their usual binky antics, trying to wow the other with their abilities. Smores and Giggles have always had a very strong bond, despite having a fence between them at all times. They would lie side by side, groom each other, and put on a show for each other...
At one point however, Jeff bolted from the couch and headed straight for the playpen. I looked up and just as he reached the bunnies, he turned to look at me for a second. Whilst he did this, Smores (the ever so cheeky bun that he is) hopped back over to his side and pretended to be interested in a particular corner of the newspaper. Giggles instantly flopped and acted as though she had been there all along. Problem is, 2 pairs of eyes had seen them and the open gate in the middle told a different story. Jeff shut the gate and shrugged, thinking we probably hadn't closed it properly when we had set it up.
We had.
Jeff and I resumed our snuggling and watching our movie, happy to have prevented a potential 'situation'. I started dozing off as I was under the effects of Benadryl but I clearly remember watching a talking dolphin when Jeff bolted to the bunnies again. This time, there was no doubt in our minds that that gate had been closed...
Jeff stood there for about 5-10 minutes, watching the bunnies while they both pretended to ignore each other. Jeff turned around and headed for the couch while I watched them. Nothing. The instant, and I mean, the instant that Jeff's tush touched the couch, it happened. Smores, with his newly discovered gate-opening mastery (and I am sure a hidden pair of opposable thumbs), yanked the gate open, hopped over to Giggles and proceeded to binky like a fool.
This time, Jeff had had it. He dumped Smores back on his side and proceeded to chain the gate shut. Yes, chained. Smores was terribly unhappy and boxed at the chain angrily. Giggles threw a fit and tried opening the gate from her end. It was no use. We had succeeded. Or so we thought...
A few weeks later, I commented to Jeff how Giggles was eating more than usual. I was happy... Until it dawned on me. Oh no, no no no! Please? All was quiet for a while. I felt nothing. I checked her everyday. Then one day, I opened her hutch only to find a nice and tidy nest. Oh dear! Could it still be a pseudo pregnancy? I sure hoped so...
Then I felt the babies moving...
Now, as much as I was terrified, and as much as we didn't want babies, I loved them from that moment on. Some told me I should have aborted them right then and there. How could I? How could I deny precious babies the right to live? Some said I should never have put them in the split playpen. Possibly. However, if you'd see them together, even with the fence between them, you might understand why I did what I did. The fact of the matter is, what happened happened and I could only act on the present. I could choose to abandon my rabbit in a time of need: risk her life, risk the lives of the babies, or choose to give them all a fighting chance. There was no doubt in my mind which I would choose.
At 28 days, I was ready. I did not sleep that night. Jeff set up a webcam so I could view her from inside without disturbing her. Nothing. On day 29, I knew she was ready and expected babies that evening. At around 6:30pm on October 19th, Giggles gave birth to two babies. One was a stillborn but the other was strong, very strong. We spent the night awake again, watching her on webcam incase there were any others. I held the baby to move him from the nest she built into the more sheltered nest Jeff built and at that moment, he curled up into my hand and I knew I had done the right thing.
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[align=center]Twizzler is a lil guinea pig I adoptedat the end ofAugust. I have had guinea pigs since I was about 3 years old and I have always loved them. Unfortunately, my father was terribly allergic so we were never able to keep them. That's actually how I ended up with bunnies. However, being that I have terrible allergies when it comes to the bunnies, I wanted to rekindle my love of guinea pigs and see how much I could tolerate them. I ended up bringing this little guy home after a long day at school. He was my veryfirst purchase on my own in the Netherlands. LOL. [/align]
[align=center]Twizzler is not the friendliest guy. He's pretty high strung and nervous. He's a funny piggie though and I just love him. He was terribly shy but once we got him a buddy, he came around a bit more. He still will not try anything new unless he sees Jelly Bean trying it first. It makes us laugh. [/align]
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[align=center]Jelly Bean was gotten as a companion for Twizzler. Unlike Twizzler, Jelly Bean was much more socialized when we got him so he settled in very nicely. Jelly or Mr. Bean as I like to call him, is very laid back and loves to snuggle. He's quite the suck up and will call me at the slightest ruffling of a bag in the hopes that he will get treats. He's a very silly lil guy and he's even escaped his cage twice, trying to explore the house. He loves to snuggle in people's clothes and necks. Jelly Bean is adventurous and will try anything. Because of this, Twizzler has come out of his shell a lot more and they get along nicely.[/align]
[align=center]That is our family currently. Because of health issues, we will not be adding anyone to the family any time soon. Everyone gets along great though and I think we have a very nice balance at the present time.[/align]
[align=center]If you are interested in seeing more pictures and reading more stories from last year's blog, you can find it here:[/align]
[align=center]http://www.rabbitsonline.net/view_topic.php?id=59470&forum_id=6&page=1[/align]
[align=center]We hope you will enjoy your time reading our blog. Remember to leave comments and let us know if we made you smile![/align]
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[align=center]Hello and welcome to the Tater Tot's Family blog. In this blog you will get to know our family and enjoy the craziness. We hope you join us and share the tears, fears, laughter and overwhelming love experienced in our family. Whether you like to browse through pictures, like to read funny annecdotes, or enjoy more detailed stories about the pets and our personal experiences, I'm sure you can find something here to enjoy. Please leave comments when you can and let us know if we've made you smile at all![/align]
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[align=center]I am Nela, real name Sophie, and I am the one writing this blog. I am 25 years old and I am Canadian. I am originally from Montreal but in May, 2010, I moved to the Netherlands to live with my boyfriend. These days, I am happily staying home to manage the household and my health. I absolutely love animals, music, arts, books, and lots more. I am never bored and I am a very happy person. I'm a bit silly and crazy, to be honest, but who isn't?[/align]
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[align=center]Jeff is my boyfriend. He is 39 years old and a true dutchie. Now, we do share 14 years between us but if you know us, you know that that really doesn't mean anything at all since we are just as silly and crazy as and about one another. He is a software programmer and is currently getting his masters in IT Architecture. We met onlineabout 2 years ago and we hit it off immediately. A few months after meeting online,he came to Montreal to meet me and we hit it off just as well in person. After numerous visits back and forth, I moved to the Netherlands to be with him. We now have our own home and he works while I take care of things around the house. We like to do things such as playing board games, video games, going for walks, and snuggling up and watching movies. We are both pretty quiet and prefer small groups of friends to large crowds. Jeff is the easy, pacific guy whereas I am the hot-headed passionate girl. Together, we appease and enflame each other.[/align]
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[align=center]Houdina is our 3 year-old sweetie. I got her from a pet store while I was in Montreal. I was there to get rabbit food but Houdina had decided she was coming home with me that day. As I was checking out the food, she grabbed my basket and refused to give it back until I gave her a thorough petting. She purred happily and stole my heart. Being that I had rabbits, I was really happy about the fact that she didn't play with her claws and so, I took the plunge and decided to attempt owning a cat.
Houdina was named the day I managed to lose her in a itty bitty bathroom. To this day, I have no idea where she hid, nor how she managed to escape. She is indeed named after the famous Houdini. Since then, Houdina has taught me that she is great at learning to open and escape things. It's a really good thing she wasn't gifted with thumbs!
Houdina is a gentle soul. She was raised with rabbits and adores them. She eagerly rolls about in front of them in order to get their attention. It was also Houdina who alerted me to that horrid day when my Wiggles fell ill and died. Houdina has also nursed abandoned kittens and stays by my side when I am ill. She's a beautiful girl and there isn't anyone who doesn't like her.[/align]
[align=center]She's also the sneaky one of the bunch. Just before moving here, I got the cats collars with bells to warn us of when they are near the doors since we were going in and out constantly. She decided she wasn't a big fan of them and found all sorts of ways to get out of them. Not only does she get out of hers, she also helps Baloo get his off. Once, both cats were missing their collars and I searched the house thoroughly and nearly gave up when I found them both nicely tucked under my pillow. One day, she proceeded to remove her collar and walk away happily with it in her mouth to hide it in her playhouse. When she realized we were watching, she handed me the collar and allowed me to simply put it back on. Just the other day, I noticed she was missing her collar only to be informed by Jeff that he had found the collar outside. Outside?! She doesn't go outside? Yep, Houdina had thrown her collar out the window in the hopes that we wouldn't find it...
That girl![/align]
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[align=center]Baloo... Oh dear what to say about Baloo... Well, let me start off by explaining how I got him in the first place. Baloo was actually found in the trash with his siblings by a passerby. I was fostering and running my own 'rescue & rehoming' thing and was contacted by the veterinary technician that heard of them. The woman could not keep them because her daughter was severely allergic and they could not keep them at the clinic so I took them in.
They were 3 in total and I must admit, I found the other 2 much cuter at the time. Baloo was the only 'solid' of the 3 and the tiniest. He was really terrified when I got them and he was bossed around by the others. Unlike his siblings, he didn't play at all and preferred to hide in the darkest spot he could find. When the time came to rehome the kittens, I considered keeping one of them thinking Houdina might enjoy the company. That idea was considered more seriously when a young woman asked to adopt to of the kittens. Faced with the decision of which I would rehome, I decided the siblings would be rehomed together as they were much closer with one another.
That was the day I thought Baloo would die on me. Finding himself alone, Baloo not only panicked but he refused to eat or drink. It was a pitiful sound to hear him cry the way he did. Before long, I gave in and cradled him at all hours to bring him comfort. Together, we would fall asleep and if I stayed with him, he'd eat and drink. When I needed to get my house chores done, I simply tucked him into the hood or the pockets of my hoodie where he would sit quietly. I did try to rehome him. I simply could not find anyone I trusted to give him the home he deserved and before long, I was putting up his Christmas stocking with Houdina's. I named him Baloo because he often played on his back with his paws in the air, making him look like a bear cub.
Baloo will always be a scared and sensitive cat. For over a year, he wolfed down food like a maniac from the fear of starving. He has a bad case of separation anxiety and the veterinarian noted just how quickly he stops eating and drinking if left alone. He doesn't trust strangers easily and is especially nervous around men. I was absolutely surprised at how Baloo reacted when he first met Jeff. He simply walked over to him and sat on him, purring as Jeff scratched behind his ears happily. I was extremely nervous about bringing him here from Montreal but leaving him behind was simply not an option. Surprisingly enough, he was perfectly fine. It was Houdina that was more concerning.
Nowadays, he's getting used to people more and more. With the family coming over often, he now greets people and lets the children play with him. I never would have expected him to play nearly as much as he does now. He's nearly 2 years old now and you'd think he's part dog for how much he loves to play fetch. Baloo can play fetch for several hours a day. Every morning when we wake, we are greeted by Baloo holding a toy of his in his mouth, looking at us wide-eyed, eager to play. It should also be noted that we often wake under a pile of toys as well. You should also know that if ever you come over and open a closet only to find yourself confronted with a bunch of toys neatly piled up in the centre, it was Baloo's doing.
He is definitely the family brat. He loves to drive us and especially Houdina up the wall. I sometimes call him a Tasmanian devil. He's also one of the squeakiest and most vocal cats out there as well. If ever you call me on the phone and wonder what those strange noises are in the back, please know that I am not strangling a mouse, it's merely Baloo seeking attention. By the way, Baloo has grown to be one of the most gorgeous black cats out there. We always get comments about his physique. His slender yet muscular body, shiny black coat, and kitten eyes (which have a bluish tint) always turn heads. [/align]
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[align=center]Maybelle is exactly what I didn't think she'd be.I was looking at local ads and Ijust loved the pictures I saw posted by a breeder. She is a blue-eyed white german lop, andweighs about8 lbs. I was expecting to get a sweet/gentle/delicate/girly bun... Maybelle is a character. She sure has bunnitude! Wow! This girl will thump at you if you even look at her. She gives us the butt more than anything, and just adores flicking us off with her back paws. She's really adorable though and she has the most gorgeous blue eyes. Her attitude really makes us laugh and we have learned to not offend the poor thing by touching her or looking at her.[/align]
[align=center]Maybelle lives as a free-range outdoor bunny. She has the whole yard to herself during the day and sleeps and naps in the shed. During the day, you can find her happily binkying around the yard andterrorizing neighborhood cats.This feisty girl is a riot and I'm really glad we have her.
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[align=center]Rolo is an'oopsie'.
One day, I brought both Smores and Giggles in and set up the playpen as usual. The one thing that was different was that one of the panels I used in the middle was actually the gate so it had a door. Now, neither Jeff nor I thought twice about this and just left it as is. He and I snuggled on the couch not even 3ft away while they played. As usual, Smores and Giggles proceeded to their usual binky antics, trying to wow the other with their abilities. Smores and Giggles have always had a very strong bond, despite having a fence between them at all times. They would lie side by side, groom each other, and put on a show for each other...
At one point however, Jeff bolted from the couch and headed straight for the playpen. I looked up and just as he reached the bunnies, he turned to look at me for a second. Whilst he did this, Smores (the ever so cheeky bun that he is) hopped back over to his side and pretended to be interested in a particular corner of the newspaper. Giggles instantly flopped and acted as though she had been there all along. Problem is, 2 pairs of eyes had seen them and the open gate in the middle told a different story. Jeff shut the gate and shrugged, thinking we probably hadn't closed it properly when we had set it up.
We had.
Jeff and I resumed our snuggling and watching our movie, happy to have prevented a potential 'situation'. I started dozing off as I was under the effects of Benadryl but I clearly remember watching a talking dolphin when Jeff bolted to the bunnies again. This time, there was no doubt in our minds that that gate had been closed...
Jeff stood there for about 5-10 minutes, watching the bunnies while they both pretended to ignore each other. Jeff turned around and headed for the couch while I watched them. Nothing. The instant, and I mean, the instant that Jeff's tush touched the couch, it happened. Smores, with his newly discovered gate-opening mastery (and I am sure a hidden pair of opposable thumbs), yanked the gate open, hopped over to Giggles and proceeded to binky like a fool.
This time, Jeff had had it. He dumped Smores back on his side and proceeded to chain the gate shut. Yes, chained. Smores was terribly unhappy and boxed at the chain angrily. Giggles threw a fit and tried opening the gate from her end. It was no use. We had succeeded. Or so we thought...
A few weeks later, I commented to Jeff how Giggles was eating more than usual. I was happy... Until it dawned on me. Oh no, no no no! Please? All was quiet for a while. I felt nothing. I checked her everyday. Then one day, I opened her hutch only to find a nice and tidy nest. Oh dear! Could it still be a pseudo pregnancy? I sure hoped so...
Then I felt the babies moving...
Now, as much as I was terrified, and as much as we didn't want babies, I loved them from that moment on. Some told me I should have aborted them right then and there. How could I? How could I deny precious babies the right to live? Some said I should never have put them in the split playpen. Possibly. However, if you'd see them together, even with the fence between them, you might understand why I did what I did. The fact of the matter is, what happened happened and I could only act on the present. I could choose to abandon my rabbit in a time of need: risk her life, risk the lives of the babies, or choose to give them all a fighting chance. There was no doubt in my mind which I would choose.
At 28 days, I was ready. I did not sleep that night. Jeff set up a webcam so I could view her from inside without disturbing her. Nothing. On day 29, I knew she was ready and expected babies that evening. At around 6:30pm on October 19th, Giggles gave birth to two babies. One was a stillborn but the other was strong, very strong. We spent the night awake again, watching her on webcam incase there were any others. I held the baby to move him from the nest she built into the more sheltered nest Jeff built and at that moment, he curled up into my hand and I knew I had done the right thing.
His name is Rolo and he is product of love...[/align]
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[align=center]Twizzler is a lil guinea pig I adoptedat the end ofAugust. I have had guinea pigs since I was about 3 years old and I have always loved them. Unfortunately, my father was terribly allergic so we were never able to keep them. That's actually how I ended up with bunnies. However, being that I have terrible allergies when it comes to the bunnies, I wanted to rekindle my love of guinea pigs and see how much I could tolerate them. I ended up bringing this little guy home after a long day at school. He was my veryfirst purchase on my own in the Netherlands. LOL. [/align]
[align=center]Twizzler is not the friendliest guy. He's pretty high strung and nervous. He's a funny piggie though and I just love him. He was terribly shy but once we got him a buddy, he came around a bit more. He still will not try anything new unless he sees Jelly Bean trying it first. It makes us laugh. [/align]
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[align=center]Jelly Bean was gotten as a companion for Twizzler. Unlike Twizzler, Jelly Bean was much more socialized when we got him so he settled in very nicely. Jelly or Mr. Bean as I like to call him, is very laid back and loves to snuggle. He's quite the suck up and will call me at the slightest ruffling of a bag in the hopes that he will get treats. He's a very silly lil guy and he's even escaped his cage twice, trying to explore the house. He loves to snuggle in people's clothes and necks. Jelly Bean is adventurous and will try anything. Because of this, Twizzler has come out of his shell a lot more and they get along nicely.[/align]
[align=center]That is our family currently. Because of health issues, we will not be adding anyone to the family any time soon. Everyone gets along great though and I think we have a very nice balance at the present time.[/align]
[align=center]If you are interested in seeing more pictures and reading more stories from last year's blog, you can find it here:[/align]
[align=center]http://www.rabbitsonline.net/view_topic.php?id=59470&forum_id=6&page=1[/align]
[align=center]We hope you will enjoy your time reading our blog. Remember to leave comments and let us know if we made you smile![/align]
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