I don’t do diapers, but I’ll gladly do litter boxes.  We bunny-sat for Valerie this weekend.  Call her a BWB (big white bunny), REW (rudy-eyed white), but the most fitting label for her is Snuggle Bunny!  This girl can cuddle for hours.  It’s kind of funny—people, especially those with kids, who inquire about adopting a rabbit often think they want a dwarf or other small rabbit.  Here’s where it gets funny… the little ones usually aren’t the cuddly ones!  The BWBs and REWs, in my modest five+ years experience are the lovers.  The little guys just want to get away from you (with some exceptions of course).

BWBs are the hidden gem of the companion animal world.  They are puppy-like, without the need for outdoor walks and pooper-scoopers.  They are sweet and playful.  They are abundant in love and cuteness.

Valerie snuggled with me more from Friday to Sunday than my boys have for the entirety of 2017.  I was able to read a book next to her without her trying to eat it—Peanut and Tater have “personalized” many novels.  Valerie is one the neatest rabbits I have ever encountered, and I handle, on average, 15 rabbits per week.  She made one, yes one, “bunny button” outside of her litter box over the three days she was here.  Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar rugs, still neat.  She’s a dream come true with big ol’ ears.  And you should see those binkies!

Falling in line with how things go around here, Valerie loves the Bunny-Daddy far more than she loves me.  I clean; he feeds.  The logic is there.  She and I would be in the thick of a 20+ minute patting session… then the door would open.  Footsteps on the stairs to the lower level.  And she would bolt away from, poised at the far end of the double-pen, waiting for her new bestie to come for a visit.  Forget me—Bunny-Daddy is here.  Thanks, girl.

We absolutely loved having her here and begrudgingly gave her back to her wonderful family last night.  They’ve become great friends of ours, just like you parents with human children make mom and dad friends.  They get us.  And I try not to get jealous of how perfect their little angel is while I’m cleaning up hundreds of stray “bunny buttons” in our living room.

Valerie’s parents, thank you for sharing her with us for the weekend.  She’s welcome back here, any time.  Much love.