katt
Well-Known Member
It has been so long since I blogged anywere. Lets hope I can pick it back up.
I figured since I have no new photos of winnie yet, Iâd first give a rundown of winnieâs delightfull past.
Most people that have been a member of this board will remember winnie my black mini lop that has the personality of a drama queen and the ability to always find some way to get into trouble.
From eating books to breaking into bags of powdered sugar
and cornmeal.
She has gotten ahold of a brick of chocolate and a deadly toxic plant. Both cases she almost died but pulled thru. She hates being caged, steals food right out of your hand,
and forces herself into the warmest, most comfy spot in the bed during the night. She has chased bad dates, maintence men, and friends away from me, keeping that protective 5 foot distance between myself and anything that might take away my attention.
I got winnie after my first rabbit trixie died. A breeder friend saw how much I was hurting and told me to come over and pick out a bunny. Walking into their rabbit barn created a rush of past memories. I had bred rabbits for years including the grandparents of the bunny I was going to take home. As I gazed thru the dusty air at the cages, listening to the sound of munching mouths, twitching noses, and clicking water bottles I spotted a cage full of fluffy little 6 week old bunnies. 8 or 9 of them. Some still had ears upright, others had the classic drunk appearance of the ½ lop, and then their was a black dash in the far corner of the cage. Approaching the cage created a wild stir of mad dashes, binkies, and other bunny movements. Once the latch was opened though all the little bunny butts curled into the corner, not sure what to expect from the stranger. I can remember whispering âshh, donât be afraidâ and a black head popping up from the middle of the bunny huddle. With a quizical look of âHey, who is that?â on her face, she leaped over the pile of fur, dashed to the front of the cage and began sniffing my hand. And she was mine.
We have been through a lot. Seen many things. When Winnie lost her soul-mate herman
we were both crushed, and I thought she never would be the same, and she isnât. a different winnie but not worse is what Iâve gotten out of it all. Her spoiled life of all the greens she wants, no cage, my bed to sleep in (which she roles right into my warmed spot to finish sleeping in every morning when I get up). Treats and pets, and all the toys she wants (except she hates the thought of toys, and would rather steal an empty plastic shopping bag to walk around on so it crinkles then roll a tinkle toy around the floor). Our life is simple.
I think thatâs all for tonight, I promise to get photos as soon as I can.
I figured since I have no new photos of winnie yet, Iâd first give a rundown of winnieâs delightfull past.
Most people that have been a member of this board will remember winnie my black mini lop that has the personality of a drama queen and the ability to always find some way to get into trouble.
From eating books to breaking into bags of powdered sugar
and cornmeal.
She has gotten ahold of a brick of chocolate and a deadly toxic plant. Both cases she almost died but pulled thru. She hates being caged, steals food right out of your hand,
and forces herself into the warmest, most comfy spot in the bed during the night. She has chased bad dates, maintence men, and friends away from me, keeping that protective 5 foot distance between myself and anything that might take away my attention.
I got winnie after my first rabbit trixie died. A breeder friend saw how much I was hurting and told me to come over and pick out a bunny. Walking into their rabbit barn created a rush of past memories. I had bred rabbits for years including the grandparents of the bunny I was going to take home. As I gazed thru the dusty air at the cages, listening to the sound of munching mouths, twitching noses, and clicking water bottles I spotted a cage full of fluffy little 6 week old bunnies. 8 or 9 of them. Some still had ears upright, others had the classic drunk appearance of the ½ lop, and then their was a black dash in the far corner of the cage. Approaching the cage created a wild stir of mad dashes, binkies, and other bunny movements. Once the latch was opened though all the little bunny butts curled into the corner, not sure what to expect from the stranger. I can remember whispering âshh, donât be afraidâ and a black head popping up from the middle of the bunny huddle. With a quizical look of âHey, who is that?â on her face, she leaped over the pile of fur, dashed to the front of the cage and began sniffing my hand. And she was mine.
We have been through a lot. Seen many things. When Winnie lost her soul-mate herman
we were both crushed, and I thought she never would be the same, and she isnât. a different winnie but not worse is what Iâve gotten out of it all. Her spoiled life of all the greens she wants, no cage, my bed to sleep in (which she roles right into my warmed spot to finish sleeping in every morning when I get up). Treats and pets, and all the toys she wants (except she hates the thought of toys, and would rather steal an empty plastic shopping bag to walk around on so it crinkles then roll a tinkle toy around the floor). Our life is simple.
I think thatâs all for tonight, I promise to get photos as soon as I can.
