ThatsMySimi
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[align=center]A little bit about "The Acheron". Acheron is a male Holland Lop, and he'll be celebrating his first Gotcha Day July 28th. I drove to Bangor, Maine to get him at a rabbit show last year, and he was worth the drive! He's my main man now, since life got confusing, and his 'sisters' had to be re-homed. I'm pretty sure he's okay with being my main man, but I sure do miss his 'sisters'.
He is a house rabbit, and will always be. Until life calms down, he's my only rabbit, so he may be my only rabbit for a long time - who knows how long it'll take my life to calm down.
We spent hours looking for him. I had come to the rabbit show wanting to leave with a male. I didn't care what breed, or colour, I just wanted a male - because I could have him neutered here in N.B.. I looked at Flemish Giants, English Lops, French Lops, Mini Lops, Holland Lops, Jersey Whoolies, all sorts of breeds. Mom had decided for me that I wanted a Holland Lop (Even though I fell in love with one of the English Lops for sale!), and so I started looking at Holland Lops. I couldn't find one I liked, or one that mom approved of. She kept saying I may want to show it, so I had to find one that would be worth showing. So, we went to talk to some breeders. We came along a girl, probably 19, who had about 20 Holland Lops with her. She was a friend of one of my mom's rabbit friends, so we looked at what she had. She told me she didn't have much with her she wanted to sell, but she had a couple.
She took out a tort female, the female was shy, and was very determined on getting back to her pen. She had a nice shaped head, a nice crown, a nice coat, she was a very nice rabbit, but she was a she. She showed me some adults, but I was more intrested in a younger rabbit. Then, in the cage with another smaller rabbit, I saw a little broken orange rabbit, with a long stragly coat.I asked what that one was, a male of female, and she said "Male. Would you like me to bring him out?" I said yes. When she brought him out, she said she didn't really want to sell him, but since my mom knew her friend, she'd let me buy him. I paied $25 for him, maybe $30. I was a very happy girl. This is what I got:
The day we drove to get him, he spent the whole trip home in a crate, however, I required 'potty breaks' for him, so I could take him out and let him hop around! He, however, made himself comfy as soon as I put him in the crate.
He was covered in what his breeder called "webbing", which I call mats, but bless my mother, who used to breed/show/own Jersey Whoolies, she was good at getting his coat unmatted. However, even as matted up as he was, he was still very intrested in seeing me, and figuring outjust how I would rank in his royal court.
When wegot home, he was quick to put me to work, picking grass for him, lifting him up onto my bed, so he could play, and making me take pictures of him.
Soon he was romping around my room like he owned the place, even more so than my two does did! I couldn't have been happier!
Soon he had worked up and attitude, and was looking like he would be a very good 'Disapproving Rabbit'.
And he loves the camera!
Now, since his 'sisters' are gone, he takes up a good third of my room, and is free to binky all he wants through my little set up I've got for him!
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Now, for some
"Ash Tails!"
Hi! I'm Acheron, but you can call me Ash, or Ack. Or, if you'd like to be one of my many adoring fans, you could call meThe Acheron. My slave pretty much told my whole story up above, but I'd just like to say, my Slave is just what her name implies. My Slave. She may call herself my 'owner' or 'mommy' but she is in fact, my slave. S.L.A.V.E. Slave! Sure, she 'paied' for me, and drove all of three hours for me... What she doesn't realize is that I wait an average of 12 hours every night for her to wake up, hit that little 'light switch' thingy, and make the room go bright so she can play with me! So really, that's me waiting on her, something The Acheron should never have to do, espically for my slave. Anywho, the Slave is telling me it's time for 'bed', meaning it's time for her to hit the 'light switch', make the room go dark, and for me to wait 12 hours for her to turn it back on and give me my morning snack! How terrible is that?
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[align=center]~The Acheron~
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He is a house rabbit, and will always be. Until life calms down, he's my only rabbit, so he may be my only rabbit for a long time - who knows how long it'll take my life to calm down.
We spent hours looking for him. I had come to the rabbit show wanting to leave with a male. I didn't care what breed, or colour, I just wanted a male - because I could have him neutered here in N.B.. I looked at Flemish Giants, English Lops, French Lops, Mini Lops, Holland Lops, Jersey Whoolies, all sorts of breeds. Mom had decided for me that I wanted a Holland Lop (Even though I fell in love with one of the English Lops for sale!), and so I started looking at Holland Lops. I couldn't find one I liked, or one that mom approved of. She kept saying I may want to show it, so I had to find one that would be worth showing. So, we went to talk to some breeders. We came along a girl, probably 19, who had about 20 Holland Lops with her. She was a friend of one of my mom's rabbit friends, so we looked at what she had. She told me she didn't have much with her she wanted to sell, but she had a couple.
She took out a tort female, the female was shy, and was very determined on getting back to her pen. She had a nice shaped head, a nice crown, a nice coat, she was a very nice rabbit, but she was a she. She showed me some adults, but I was more intrested in a younger rabbit. Then, in the cage with another smaller rabbit, I saw a little broken orange rabbit, with a long stragly coat.I asked what that one was, a male of female, and she said "Male. Would you like me to bring him out?" I said yes. When she brought him out, she said she didn't really want to sell him, but since my mom knew her friend, she'd let me buy him. I paied $25 for him, maybe $30. I was a very happy girl. This is what I got:
The day we drove to get him, he spent the whole trip home in a crate, however, I required 'potty breaks' for him, so I could take him out and let him hop around! He, however, made himself comfy as soon as I put him in the crate.
He was covered in what his breeder called "webbing", which I call mats, but bless my mother, who used to breed/show/own Jersey Whoolies, she was good at getting his coat unmatted. However, even as matted up as he was, he was still very intrested in seeing me, and figuring outjust how I would rank in his royal court.
When wegot home, he was quick to put me to work, picking grass for him, lifting him up onto my bed, so he could play, and making me take pictures of him.
Soon he was romping around my room like he owned the place, even more so than my two does did! I couldn't have been happier!
Soon he had worked up and attitude, and was looking like he would be a very good 'Disapproving Rabbit'.
And he loves the camera!
Now, since his 'sisters' are gone, he takes up a good third of my room, and is free to binky all he wants through my little set up I've got for him!
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Now, for some
"Ash Tails!"
Hi! I'm Acheron, but you can call me Ash, or Ack. Or, if you'd like to be one of my many adoring fans, you could call meThe Acheron. My slave pretty much told my whole story up above, but I'd just like to say, my Slave is just what her name implies. My Slave. She may call herself my 'owner' or 'mommy' but she is in fact, my slave. S.L.A.V.E. Slave! Sure, she 'paied' for me, and drove all of three hours for me... What she doesn't realize is that I wait an average of 12 hours every night for her to wake up, hit that little 'light switch' thingy, and make the room go bright so she can play with me! So really, that's me waiting on her, something The Acheron should never have to do, espically for my slave. Anywho, the Slave is telling me it's time for 'bed', meaning it's time for her to hit the 'light switch', make the room go dark, and for me to wait 12 hours for her to turn it back on and give me my morning snack! How terrible is that?
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[align=center]~The Acheron~
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