rabbitgirl
Well-Known Member
I have been reading about how many of us aregoing through that lovely adolescent bunny phase. The bitinggirls, the spraying boys....and Gir who does both....
Territory marking. Mood swings.Mounting. Spraying. Biting.Boxing. Growling. Chinning.Big feet. Bigger ears. And biggestappetites.
Temper tantrums when there aren't enough cheerios in the dish. Tempertantrums when you're sleeping and should be up. Tantrums to getout. Tantrums to go in. When you don't pour food fast enough. When youchange bedding. When you aren't quick enough with the door. When you'renot paying attention.
But it doesn't last forever! Our little angels have turned into raving hormonal lunatics, but this too shall pass....
I may be weird, but I LOVE this age. I love the impotent fury of a 2lb. girl trying to take on the world (or anyone invading the cage). Andthe klutzy 8-lb baby boy who can't turn around without tripping overears or feet. Even the boing, flounce, boing FFFFFFSSSSHHHHT of alittle male dive-bomber who thinks nothing is funnier than seeing yousqueal when he sprays you. And the chin marking over every square inchof my coat, accompanied byblissfully closed eyesandcomments of "huumph hmm muf HUUUHHH whoof whuff HMMPH".
I'm very blessed to have a big, happy, smart, klutzy, mischevious boy who is just discovering how much he loves me.
And I love the good, the bad, the ugly, the cute, the annoying....ofthis amazingstage in his life. Those will begoodmemories some day!!
So here's to our "teens"--every last obnoxious one of them!!
Rose
Territory marking. Mood swings.Mounting. Spraying. Biting.Boxing. Growling. Chinning.Big feet. Bigger ears. And biggestappetites.
Temper tantrums when there aren't enough cheerios in the dish. Tempertantrums when you're sleeping and should be up. Tantrums to getout. Tantrums to go in. When you don't pour food fast enough. When youchange bedding. When you aren't quick enough with the door. When you'renot paying attention.
But it doesn't last forever! Our little angels have turned into raving hormonal lunatics, but this too shall pass....
I may be weird, but I LOVE this age. I love the impotent fury of a 2lb. girl trying to take on the world (or anyone invading the cage). Andthe klutzy 8-lb baby boy who can't turn around without tripping overears or feet. Even the boing, flounce, boing FFFFFFSSSSHHHHT of alittle male dive-bomber who thinks nothing is funnier than seeing yousqueal when he sprays you. And the chin marking over every square inchof my coat, accompanied byblissfully closed eyesandcomments of "huumph hmm muf HUUUHHH whoof whuff HMMPH".
I'm very blessed to have a big, happy, smart, klutzy, mischevious boy who is just discovering how much he loves me.
And I love the good, the bad, the ugly, the cute, the annoying....ofthis amazingstage in his life. Those will begoodmemories some day!!
So here's to our "teens"--every last obnoxious one of them!!
Rose