I’ve been pestered a bit by people asking about the rabbits and when I’m going to post pictures of them. It’s taken a while and a bit of effort, but here you go. Pictures of the rabbits so y’all know who I’ll be talking about the next time one of them does something worth mentioning. We’ll start from oldest to youngest…

Up first is Marble Junior. She’s almost nine, so, like our vet says, she’s playing with the house’s money. Born in our guest bedroom in Kentucky as one of seven siblings to Marble and Pepper (mother and father), when she was very young her sole goal in life seemed to be to destroy every carpet and baseboard she could get her teeth on, ultimately running up about $1,500 in damage at our apartment. Hard to believe she was the runt of the litter and kinda sickly in her first few weeks, for not only has she outlived her mom and dad, but probably every other one of her siblings as well.

Favorite things in life: Naps and Nibble Rings

Most hated thing in life: Trips to the vet.

Next up is She’s-Just-A-Little-Half-Pint, a.k.a., Half Pint. Half Pint came to us three years ago as a 1-year old rabbit from a family who thought a rabbit would be a cute and cuddly playmate for their kids only to soon realize, as cute and lovable as they are, just how much work rabbits can be. Half Pint is what they call a Mini-Lop and has a very sweet disposition. Freed from her neglected, laundry room prison, Half Pint now occupies a two-story condo with a nice view of a lime tree in our east yard.

Favorite thing in life: Being vacuumed (seriously – whenever Tracey vacuums, she uses the little brush attachment to vacuum the beast. And she’s in bunny heaven!)

Most hated thing in life: Nothing. I don’t think Half Pint is capable of hating anything.

Next up is Cosmopolitan, a.k.a. Cosmo. We named him that because of his pink ears which are the color of Tracey’s favorite cocktail. We got him last year as a 1-1.5 year old from the Arizona Humane Society. He’s a gentle beast who simply can’t tolerate being caged during the day, even though his accommodations are top-notch. Once it gets light, he slides open his cahe door and heads for the dining room, where he’ll spend the day under a corner cocktail table until it starts getting dark. Whereupon, he’ll head back to his cage and veg out for the night.

Favorite thing in life: Freedom to go where he pleases, when he pleases.

Most hated thing in life: Peanut (see below)

Last up is “That Little Bitch, Where The #@$! Has She Gone To Now?”, a.k.a., Peanut. Peanut came to us from the wild just a little more than a month ago. In rabbit years, she’s probably 4-6 months old – which means she’s the equivalent of a 2-year old child with ADHD. Everything is new and exciting and must be investigated at all cost! A couple of weeks ago Tracey found her inside our couch. Not underneath. Not behind. Inside. And that was two weeks after she was found inside her dresser. Needless to say, the other rabbits are not impressed with this young up-and-comer. When rabbits are this young you just have to tell yourself that adolescence is not far behind, and if you can make it through the first 12-15 months they kind of settle in to their routine. You just forget how frisky young rabbits can be.

Favorite thing in life: Eating. Chewing. Investigating everything.

Most hated thing in life: Not being able to eat. Or chew. Or investigate everything.