Peanut was a Netherland Dwarf that I took out of the local petstore. He was “free, with purchase of cage”. Probably an Easter bunny that someone had tired of and dumped.
He was here with us for less than a year before he passed away, but it was a good, happy time for him, I think. He was full of spitfire! My boxing, lunging, biting little-boy bunny. I miss him.
It’s been two years since Rich and I brought you home from Jody at Kind Heart Rescue. She had pulled you out of the slaughterhouse and gave you love and safety until I found you, just days after losing my first Flemish Giant, Mr. Bean. I remember how you flirted with me, Boom-Boom, when I visited with you for the first time in your outdoor pen. You danced and darted all around me, but wouldn’t let me touch you. Cricket, you wouldn’t even be lured out of your hutch by the oatmeal and raisins that Jody tempted you with. But I was smitten just the same and returned a week later to take you both home with me.
Everyday you make me smile with your antics and I am inspired by the devotion you show to one another.
My promise is the same as it has always been: you are safe, you are loved, you are home.
Just me rambling about birds, books, bunnies, or whatever!
Peanut ATB 10/10/03