I am a bunny that marches to her own drum. I thump at Mom during dinner time and not every day either. I eat slowly and I will not eat any old thing. I will NOT eat the stem, or bottom part of the lettuce, you know, like a kid won’t eat the crust on the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Food is NOT a motivator for me either. For treats, I don’t really eat carrots, bananas, or grapes. I like Barley Biscuits. However if I am upset, I will ignore them for days. I love to run, hang out in the brown chair, and lately I have been a better hay eater too.
Taking medicine is beneath me and I make it hard on Dad to give me medicine too. I don’t mean anything by it, I just don’t like medicine. I will go in and out of my pen on my own. Dad just needs to tell me when to go back to my house. I don’t like to snuggle, but I will nose bump or sit close to Mom and Dad. I rarely let anyone pet me in or out of the pen. I have a buddy to hang out with anyway.
In the house we have another bunny who belongs here; her name is Button. She broke the letter “I” naming scheme. If you didn’t notice, and it was by chance, we all have the letter “I” in our names—even Midnight; however, she passed away before she was able to write on the blog. Dad will share her story later. Everyone has an “I” in their name—Sioux, the bunny Mom and Dad drove to South Dakota to rescue, and Cookie, the other foster fur kid who is now at the sanctuary bonded with his mate Madison. They are waiting for their forever home.
My running around friend is Button; we hang out in the living room. I will run and she will crawl very fast behind me. We will groom each other and then hang out some more. Button has a dislocated back leg, and the other leg is having an unknown issue that the doctor cannot pinpoint. She has neurological concerns too. The doctor said Button has to get bigger and stronger before her legs can be fixed. Button is about seven months or older. She is my buddy. She is my Button.