It’s a fair question.
Why did we get rabbits instead of something more conventional like a cat or dog? Why did we get more than one? Let me tell you…
Around the beginning of October 2011, I thought about the possibility of getting a pet. I’ve never really had a pet (besides a hamster named Fred when I was younger), but my husband had grown up with dogs. I liked dogs, too, and thought briefly about getting one, but I decided it probably wouldn’t work very well. We live in an apartment, work most of the day, and there’s no yard for a dog to run around in. It seemed like we would end up with a lonely dog who would have to “hold it” all day. Dogs are out for now. How about cats? That was quickly ruled out seeing as how I have huge allergies to cats. What else is there?
Fish? Too boring.
Turtles? Not cuddly.
Hamsters? Been there, done that. Not again, thank you.
When the thought of rabbits initially popped into my head, I thought of this:
SO CUTE. I would have one of these, please.
Then I started reading about real rabbits. And about how baby rabbits (like the ones in the mugs above) grow up and become adult rabbits. And, while adult rabbits are still cute, they are not baby-cute. I decided I was okay with this. The more I read about rabbits, the more it sounded like they might be a good idea. They’re awake in the morning and evening (when we’re home from work). They use a litter box. You can make cheap toys for them out of old newspaper and toilet paper rolls. Perfect.
Now to convince the husband.
After a ferocious two week campaign on why a bunny would be good for us, Matt finally agreed. We got all the supplies we needed and looked up bunnies that were available for adoption in our area. Then, on October 30th, we made the trek into D.C. to the Washington Humane Society. They had many bunnies, but finally we saw a large cage with four baby bunnies inside. Siblings. We looked at all of them and asked if we could hold the little gray and white one. One of the workers opened the door and managed to snag the scrambling bunny. She handed this little puff ball to Matt…:
…and we promptly fell in love. He was just a tiny peanut at just over 2 months old and was shivering as Matt held him. We pet him and whispered comfort in his ear and he calmed down a bit. We filled out the adoption forms and he was ours.
On the car trip home, he was breathing so fast and his eyes were so wide and he seemed so scared. I kept whispering to him telling him everything was okay and that he’d be in his new home soon. When we got back and opened the carrier, he quickly hopped into his cage and sat in the corner. We left him alone during that first evening so he could get used to his new place. The next morning he had found his food and water. We tried to convince him to come out and play, but he would only stretch his little head out of the gate before scurrying back inside.
Nibbles has grown a lot since those first few days…
A curious boy
Eating his dinner
Rearranging all the items in his pen
I could post so many more! But I suppose that’ll do for now. Buy wait, you say. Don’t you have four bunnies? Why, yes. Yes, we do. But seeing as this post is already long enough, I’ll leave their ‘gotcha day’ stories for the next couple weeks!