Nelson_is_mine
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I've been thinking about starting a blog for Nelson ever since I got him (nearly two years ago) I think I even might have on the old old old site. (The one that was called something else, but I can't remember.) But anyway, that's not important. And last week when we decided that the former foster girls were staying forever, it sealed the deal. And since this paragraph is really no way to start a blog, I consider it an introduction. Those are allowed to suck. C:
Nelson was about six months old when I got him (two years ago in may). My local feed and farm store sells rabbits and other small animals. Some are surrendered to them and some they get from breeders. Nelson was a case of surrendering. When I got him, he was an estimated six months old. At the time I met him, I was fairly set on getting a lop. I had done four months worth of research to decide if a rabbit was really my thing and to prove my dedication to my parents. But I walked into the small animal room and it was love at first sight for Nelson and me. And now that I've expierenced the joy of owning a lionhead, I can't imagine living without one.
EDIT: I forgot to say that he was my sweet sixteen present! I got him a week before my birthday, which was the week after I met him. I went back to the feed and farm store three more times that week just to see him.
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(this is one of my favorite pictures of Nelson. Unfortunately, it's from my cell phone. It was taken in Janurary of 2008, before he had free run of my room)
I had Nelson for about a year when I came across two baby jersey woolies in the same feed and farm store. They were left over from the easter rush and from a bad breeder,from whomthe store no longer buys. I think that the babies were seperated from mom too early and had some GI issues. Their poop resembled that of a goose. I immediately took them under my wing as fosters (well, almost immediately. My father needed some convincing). Because I did not know their sex at the time, I just named them Big One and Little One, figuring their new owners would name them properly. I got them spayed and worked with a local rescue to get the girls up on petfinder. I was told that they must have "people" names to be listed, so I let my friend, who was sitting next to me pick two girl's names and they were christened Shirely and Marlene. And while I do like these names, neither really fit them. I still called them Big One and Little One at home. When we decided that we were going to keep them we figured we would be the ones to name them properly. Big One is now going by Bertha (or Big Bertha Bunny, as my mom likes to say) and Little One is now Lil, which evolved from Little One over the past few months.
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This is one of my favorite pictures of Lil from a day last spring
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This is the most full on picture of Bertha I could find from the same day.
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Lil grooming Bertha that day.
Nelson was about six months old when I got him (two years ago in may). My local feed and farm store sells rabbits and other small animals. Some are surrendered to them and some they get from breeders. Nelson was a case of surrendering. When I got him, he was an estimated six months old. At the time I met him, I was fairly set on getting a lop. I had done four months worth of research to decide if a rabbit was really my thing and to prove my dedication to my parents. But I walked into the small animal room and it was love at first sight for Nelson and me. And now that I've expierenced the joy of owning a lionhead, I can't imagine living without one.
EDIT: I forgot to say that he was my sweet sixteen present! I got him a week before my birthday, which was the week after I met him. I went back to the feed and farm store three more times that week just to see him.
(this is one of my favorite pictures of Nelson. Unfortunately, it's from my cell phone. It was taken in Janurary of 2008, before he had free run of my room)
I had Nelson for about a year when I came across two baby jersey woolies in the same feed and farm store. They were left over from the easter rush and from a bad breeder,from whomthe store no longer buys. I think that the babies were seperated from mom too early and had some GI issues. Their poop resembled that of a goose. I immediately took them under my wing as fosters (well, almost immediately. My father needed some convincing). Because I did not know their sex at the time, I just named them Big One and Little One, figuring their new owners would name them properly. I got them spayed and worked with a local rescue to get the girls up on petfinder. I was told that they must have "people" names to be listed, so I let my friend, who was sitting next to me pick two girl's names and they were christened Shirely and Marlene. And while I do like these names, neither really fit them. I still called them Big One and Little One at home. When we decided that we were going to keep them we figured we would be the ones to name them properly. Big One is now going by Bertha (or Big Bertha Bunny, as my mom likes to say) and Little One is now Lil, which evolved from Little One over the past few months.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Lil from a day last spring
This is the most full on picture of Bertha I could find from the same day.
Lil grooming Bertha that day.