We haven’t had rabbits for several years. The Princess (age 5) has a real thing for ‘em though, (justification warning) and there’s something sweet and romantic about a girl and her bunny, (more justification ahead) and really, the compost pile could use some manure. (No, that’s not a stretch, that’s the way we think around here. See the soon to be composed post titled Chickens for the Mother Hen.) So our my search for a bunny led me to my only friend who currently owns bunnies. Of course, the only time people who have bunnies have any extra bunnies is when not a soul on earth wants a new bunny. So we waited. But not for long, because, unaware of the fact that we were wanting a bunny, one of her readers mentioned to her that they had one to give. Trickle down, round about, grapevine pet/manure maker (remember, this is a good thing) acquisition.

Yesterday was the big day. We intentionally hadn’t told The Princess about the bunny ahead of time in case it didn’t pan out. She was tickled pink, and really? It’s a cute bunny! We made the transfer in the parking lot after church. (Thanks HappyMomma !) Before we got back indoors to where Hubby was sitting The Princess had renamed the bunny. When Hubby (who used to own a pet shop, and therefore knows his way around the underside of a bunny) stated that bunny is male, The Princess announced that, “It doesn’t matter, because, really, Cookie (alias bunny) is a girl.” There’s no arguing with this sort of proclamation, and really? Why would we want to?

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1. The Princess
2. The Bunnies are Here!!!
3. Rabbit Shelters
4. Head ‘em up, but no biting!