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Monday, April 30, 2018

Justiina


Nope, can't come there. Got no legs. But I'm all ears, though.

- Thank you, Päivi!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 22

I woke up to the vibrations of the ship's ventilation system running in high gear. The place smelled again like a space-faring vessel and gone was the scent of the wilderness. The sterile, familiar "aroma" helped me get into my work routine very quickly. I welcomed the relief of slipping back into the old habits that suppressed the emotional roller coaster of the last couple of days. We would deal with it later. When Joey woke up, I sent him to help with the never-ending cleanup in the engine room. I wanted him to swing the broom, to do anything that would get him physically active. Then it hit me why the ventilation system was so loud. Abby was still trying to get rid of the particulate contamination. Joey could help them kick it up into the air and, hopefully, most of it would end up in the filters.
Mr. Toes waking up
I reviewed everything I've done since the day before, prepared my part of the pre-liftoff briefing, and I went where else but to the engine room. I took the magneto-wiper from Abby and did some of the cleanup myself. She, Pancake, and Ava hopped off to the flight deck to give the chrono-chromium injector one last test. The rest of us finished the cleanup, and at last, we got the green light on the contamination detector. The engine room was clean enough. Well, at least the sensors were happy, and to be honest, we were reaching the "don't care" level of burnout. Joey looked lively again. He gripped his broom proudly and mused with a stern, sardonic, almost frown on his m. "Is this our equivalent of having clean underwear?"
All I could do was to pat Joey on his shoulder as I headed to the flight deck. The launch briefing was extensive. We checked all the data I had entered into the control systems. I went through the different stages of liftoff, and we verified all the flight parameters. There was one thing we added to the checklist and executed that item right then and there. Penny thought it would be prudent to turn on the emergency comm system before we took off. Should we be lucky enough to return to when we came from and were incapacitated for some reason, the ship would broadcast the emergency distress signal on our behalf.
Joey in the engine room
The clock said we still had a good deal of time left before we had to suit up, so Abby and I went to our pod for one last snorgle. We put on our oxygen masks to pre-breathe the pure oxygen. It wasn't the most romantic date, but we made due, and a cozy nap was a cozy nap.
Later, we suited up and made the very awkward hop to our seats. It was nighttime again, and in the first row stood Joey, telescoping and gazing outside. I instinctively looked at the consoles expecting to see a critter or a biped alert. I realized that Joey was looking out because there was no alert, not the one he was still hoping for. Finally, Penny hopped up to him and said, "It's time, Joey. If anybun is out there tonight, let's hope they are all well and far away from us." Joey slowly turned around from the window, looked at us, then at the woods and staring at his feet, hopped to his couch. I helped him get strapped in. Yes, I was the last bun standing and had to help myself into my couch.
Abby and Mr. Toes on their way
Every bun's pressure checks came back solid green. Then, my couch started to mold itself around my head, torso, and legs. This fitting process would continue once the liftoff commenced. The mold would correct itself to provide the optimal support as we accelerated. Two minutes before liftoff, Pancake blasted the outside warning system for everybunny to get the thump as far away from us as possible. Usually, that would be sufficient for any stragglers on the launchpad to take cover. Here, we hoped it would scare the pants off every light bug and owl alike and made them run.
The sounds and vibration of our main engines coming up to full power cleared my head of any worries. I glanced at Joey to my left. He looked composed but kept his eyes closed. I said nothing. Today that would make no difference. There was very little any bun of us could have done to affect how this story would end. Soon, no amount of monitoring would help us. Still, I transferred my console display to my visor to make monitoring easier.
Bunstronauts taking off
The liftoff started gently enough. The ship lifted slowly with a slight, nose down attitude and started accelerating. As we passed over the woods, I caught a glimpse of a small orange spark outside. Maybe the bipeds had a bonfire. Or was it Hopmeric and his tribe? The ship began to change its attitude from horizontal to almost vertical as the main engines redirected their full power to the rear thrusters.
I started to feel the Gs pushing me into the couch. They built up slowly at first until we got to the thinning parts of the atmosphere. Then, the pressure on my body started to increase again considerably. There would be no letup until we made it to "the other side." I called out, "I have the switch," as my paw flipped off the injector switch cover and rested next to it. "You have the switch," confirmed Joey. I looked at him. His eyes were open, and I swear he had a half a smile on his mouf! Then we heard Ava, Penny, Molly, and Pancake make the same call-outs. We treated the chrono-chromium injector switches like flight controls, and we needed to be sure who was handling them. The last thing we wanted was colliding while trying to get to them and ending up with no bun throwing them. "Fifteen seconds to injection!" called out Penny. The heavier I felt, the longer those seconds felt, stretching and approaching infinity as they passed. My switch started flashing yellow. My paw was ready. "Five seconds!" announced Penny, her voice straining.
Mr. Toes
That switch turned red just in time. I managed to slide my paw sideways over it, and I felt it click through my glove. I had hoped that maybe this would finally relieve the pressure I felt, but instead I felt like somebun jumped on my chest. Then my vision grayed out and I heard humming, like the sound of pouring sand, but harsher. I felt numb and thought that this was it. I don't recall being afraid. Under that kind of pressure, even fear couldn't crawl out from its hiding hole to do any more damage. My vision turned white then black, my hearing went completely out, and everything got quiet.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update







Greetings, Everybunny!


The hoomin went out to get our new hay feeder from the TBHRR and disappeared for half a day. Thump! Well, both hoomins went to get the feeder. How many hoomins does it take to bring a feeder home? Don't ask.


Well, Espresso was the first to check it out. I passed the sniff test, but you know, we'll take it easy with it. We don't want to scare the poor contraption.


Anyway, the hoomin said he met all the bunns at the Tampa Bay House Rabbit Rescue. Sunje and Kurtis gave him a tour of the place and background stories of those lucky bunns. The amount of work those good hoomins put in to keep the place going is astounding. The experience was humbling. 


PS: Last week we got the cawwot harvest from our garden. The tops were so yammeh! We're still working on the cawwots, tiny, itsy bitsy slices at a time.


We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie


PS: The baseboards in our art room are still missing. We had a nice, heavy downpour and the room flooded in that corner where the feeder sits. The next day we found where the cracks are on the outside - we didn't finish that part last year. Hopefully, once those get fixed, and soon, we'll see how the patches hold up, and we'll get the hoomins to finish the room. Sigh...

Friday, April 27, 2018

Charm and Trix


Charm, Charm! Don't say anything, just let them go. THEN we lock the doors for the weekend!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Charm and Trix,

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Florida White & Rex
COLOR: White/Brown
GENDER: Spayed Female/Neutered Male

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)  

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Groovy Girl



No, hoomin, I don't say things twice. You should know better by now.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Groovy Girl,
 
BORN: 2013
WEIGHT: 3 lbs
BREED: Dwarf Mix
COLOR: Black
GENDER: Spayed Female
LITTER BOX HABITS: Okay

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 
 

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Sedona and Surprise


... of course you like surprises, hoomin. I have a surprise for you ....

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Sedona and Surprise,

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 5 lbs
BREED: Mixes
COLOR: White & Gray
GENDER: Spayed Females

Sedona and Surprise and a bonded couple!

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)  

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Penny and Dougie


We ordered ORGANIC cardboard; I don't know what this is!

- Thank you, Audrey!

Monday, April 23, 2018

Pongo and Perdita


Oh, look, look! They let that M*nd*y thing in again. Bring me a carrotini, hoomin and I'll show you how to fix it!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Pongo and Perdita

AGE:  Born Feb. 2015 
WEIGHT: 7+ lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR:  Black & White
GENDER: Female & MaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Needs work 

NOTES:  This brother and sister pair are big, smooshy love bugs who do everything together…and when we say everything, we mean ev-er-y-thing! They are curious, friendly, silly and wonderfully expressive. From a litter of seven babies, who came to BHRR without a mom, they defied the odds and not only survived but they thrived. Need some love in your life…maybe this beautiful pair of devoted siblings is for you?!

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)  


Sunday, April 22, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 21

The bonfire was almost entirely out except for a few glowing ambers, yet no bun wanted to call the picnic over. The later it got, the less we wanted to go back. A thick current of apprehension twisted our moods, and the anxiety started permeating us like the surrounding cold, damp night. We didn't want to face having to go back "home," whatever that meant anymore.
Pancake and Molly
After our big art discussion, Joey sunk into a puddle of melancholy. He kept trying to talk to "Hop," but Hopmeric never answered. Finally, Pancake and Penny took the electric cart and went back to the ship to get the disinfecting supplies. The moment was coming when we would have to part ways with Hopmeric. We all said our goodbyes. Hopmeric almost got a bald spot on his forehead from all the head rubs. When Pancake returned, she gave him a thorough scrub. She sniffed his leg where the wound used to be, but it was all healed. She said the leg felt absolutely fine to the touch.
"Hop, do you want to go with us?" Joey tried one last time to get through. Hopmeric only sat and looked at us, a little discombobulated after the scrub, and kept washing his paws with his mouf.
Hopemric study
We had to go. We put everything back on the cart and the hover-stand, then we took our seats for the short ride back to the ship. Joey tried to take "Hop" by the paw and lead him to the cart, but Hopmeric twisted away with a thump and hopped off into the night, flicking his feet. I was sick to my stomach; my head was swirling. Joey kept staring at the dark woods and thumping. Pancake and I took him under his arms, led him to the cart, and placed him on the seat. He could barely move his feet. Joey slumped in the seat next to Molly, and his head hung so low I wanted to cry. Our caravan moved slowly toward the ship. We would make any funeral procession look like a circus.
When we arrived in the loading bay, the sound of the ramp closing with a heavy thud crushed my heart again. All of my defenses went down, and I felt incredibly exhausted and broken down. Abby and I followed Joey to his sleeping quarters, and we all piled in. It was tight with all three of us there, but we would never leave him alone on a night like that. I stretched "cross bun" style over Joey's head and rested my chin on Abby's back. I needed them as much as Joey needed us. Mercifully, a deep slumber claimed me within seconds.
Joey, Mr. Toes and Abby
Waking up from that nap was a rather unpleasant affair. I was still tired, but I couldn't sleep anymore. So was everybun else. Pancake and Abby were both barking out the morning checklists for us. Joey and I had to start bringing the ship back to life and get it ready for launch. Pancake displayed a countdown timer to liftoff on every idle monitor. The girls went back to the engine room to give it a good cleaning. All the microscopic debris after their work had to be removed. Airborne metal shavings in zero gravity would become a life hazard. They could get into small places and close electrical circuits, interfere with sensors, set off alarms, and cause all sorts of cryptic and potentially deadly failures. Right now, the engine room was the most contaminated space on the ship and required all the care and attention we could muster.
Joey and I slowly hopped toward the flight deck. Once there, I looked at him and got the feeling I would have to do everything myself. I decided to help him into his couch and handed him a sweet berry chew bar and a pouch of warm, coffea beverage. I would rather he did nothing than screw up and get us all killed. The poor guy looked done for. If we missed our launch window because of that, so be it. We would take the next one.
Joey napping Mr. Toes
I settled into the familiar, old routine and started on the checklists, hopping between the consoles when I had to switch between the different systems. It made everything go more slowly, but I wanted to isolate the work on the various parts in some physical way. I didn't want to get confused by working on a single screen. After a couple of hours, Joey started to come back to life and at least followed me around and provided a second pair of eyes on everything I did. He warmed up enough to take over some of the checks, and we made up some of the lost time. We didn't say a word about last night. There would be plenty of time for that later, should we be so lucky.
When Pancake and the others came up to the flight deck to check on us and to get something substantial to eat, we decided to push back the launch. The engine room was still a mess, and we were all exhausted. There was no need to rush anything, and we all opted for naps right there at our stations. Only Joey stayed up, in the first row next to the windows, and stared quietly at the woods.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update



... I sayz to him, "Where's that sarx beast you promised again? Yeah, not the dragon bu the other creature." Then the hoomin played stupid and said he didn't promise any sarx creatures. Well, I sayz to him, "You better promise a beast of a treat! Working weekends ain't cheap, you know." Espressor wouldn't even talk to him; he just thumped and demanded triple crackers this morning. So there you have it, our problems for the week.


We'll keep you posted,

- Charlie

Friday, April 20, 2018

Fiasco


Yes, I'm waiting, and you're still here. Leave and let the Friday in, will ya?

- Thank you, Kayla!

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Arby and Taco


What do you mean it's "almost Friday?" Is it

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Arby and Taco

They are bonded buddies :-)

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Mix
COLOR: Black & Brown
GENDER: Neutered Males

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Trooper


Got back and bring back the "carrot" and the "ini" TOGETHER, hoomin!

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Trooper:

Previous broken leg – healed – released from vet care. Great personality!

BORN: 2017
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Florida White
COLOR: White
GENDER: Neutered Male

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good/fair

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Dublin and Chessie


 A carrotini, hoomin, he needs a carrotini. Better make it double.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about  Dublin and Chessie.

BORN: 2012
WEIGHT: 4lbs
BREED: Angora Lop / Lionhead
COLOR: Black w/gray /Shades of brown
GENDER: Males
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

NOTES: These are two of the most underrated rabbits at BHRR! Chessie and Dublin are deeply devoted brothers who lost their sister, Leelu, about two years ago. Since her passing they have grown even closer and are some of the funniest, happiest and engaging buns you can imagine. Dublin is a binky-king and Chessie is his comic relief. They are separable and truly never out of each other’s sight. They have been adopted a few times but due to unfortunate circumstances with those families, Chessie and Dublin were returned to BHRR. We are searching high and low for their PERFECT family….the one that will open their home and their hearts to these incredible buns forever. If any two bunnies deserve to win the adoption lottery, it’s Chessie and Dublin.

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-) 

Monday, April 16, 2018

Thistle


Hoomin, bring a cawwot and I can tell you why you don't like M*nd*ys.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS: A little bit about Thistle

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 5lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR: Black/White
GENDER: Neutered Male
LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

NOTES: Contact us for more information

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on and cleared the 2k mark! :-)

Sunday, April 15, 2018

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 20

Acting as one, we hopped off to the storage bay and pulled out our picnic supplies out of the cooler. Surprisingly enough, nothing went bad. The flower salads and the spinach cucumbers were still good. So were the carrot sponges and nutriberry stocks. Ava and Penny took to preparing the beverages. I took one of our space suit helmets and programmed it to work as a display monitor. Data from our ship’s radar and infrared eyes would display on the visor, and we could watch it at the picnic. We had to have some idea about what’s going on around us even if we couldn’t see it. Either one of us would have to keep an eye on the visor, or some bun would have to stay behind and monitor everything from the flight deck. We would get an alert if as much as field mouse tried to get close. Then, I helped load everything onto that electric cart of Molly’s, and we were ready to go.
Joey's composition
Our little picnic caravan left the ship and headed for the “art exhibit.” Pancake and Abby fired up the hover-stand and went to get the aerial tour of Joey’s installation. First, we took turns on the hover-stand for a closer look at the composition. Every bunny nodded, hemmed and hawed, there were oohs and ahhs as well, but I got the sense everybunny just liked Joey more than anything, and he couldn’t do much wrong.
We wanted to set up the picnic around the middle of the stone circle, and then we started thinking. The spot we had picked seemed OK at first, but then we started to have second thoughts. Almost in unison, we picked up everything once again, and we moved it closer to the ship into an open area. Those giant stones in the art exhibit would provide too much cover for anyone trying to catch us off guard. We didn’t want to spend the night improvising an alarm system against coyotes, badgers or what had you in those woods. And then there were the bipeds.
Joey's self portrait
Joey started the reception by dragging out the veg cart the bipeds gifted us. He lit up the flamethrower on the hover-stand and proceeded to crush the cart into splinters. And then he set the pile of wood on fire. It was quite the riveting performance, with smoldering ambers rising and floating away into the night and the crackle of the flames.
The supper turned out excellent. Hopmeric enjoyed sampling the dandelion carrots and the sweet berry-cherries. He especially liked my raspberry and pineapple compote. Joey narrated everything for him, and I wondered if any of it started to get through to Hopmeric.
Night picnic study
All this time Joey sat on the hover-stand and minded the flamethrower. Abby wanted him to keep it hot, so the pilot lights stayed on and Joey would let loose with the throttle from time to time. The flames roared like the devil gurgling hot lava. Joey enjoyed it very much and let out a guttural cackle every time the blazes flared up. He was making us nervous, and finally, Penny asked him to stop it. He relented.
After the dinner started to settle down, I realized how tired I felt. The past few days had been much longer than I thought. I stretched out on my back and let myself take in the scenery, the sky, the moon, night bugs and owls somewhere in the distance. It was set to be a beautiful, clear night. The stars couldn’t wait to come out, and the giant, orange lantern of the moon was rising to the occasion.
Joey's sketches The first grasp study
We were all quiet when Penny asked, “So, Joey, why only half a circle? You had enough material to complete a small one, no?” Joey thought about it, shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess that’s the first thing that came to my mind. I just had to do something, and I neither had the time not tools for anything more complex.” Pancake nodded and added, “The sheer size and scale of those blocks make you pause when you're around them. It would be great to see what would become of them later, much later.” Then Joey got a little contemplative, “I thought about carving one of those stones, but I didn’t have my antimatter chisels. It just never occurred to me to pack it. It would be a really fascinating project to carve something on that scale. Better yet, it would be great to carve all of them. I’ve been thinking about it as I was arranging the pieces. Oh well.” He sighed and fixed his gaze on the flames of the bonfire.
“Yeah, now those slabs do look a little unfinished, like great, blank sheets of paper,” mused Abby.
“How about something like a series based on historical events? Maybe ‘The Chapters of Bunkind’?” I asked. “Neh, waypoints, the Waypoints of Bunkind,” added Penny. Joey looked surprised by all the attention, and his mouf dropped a little, but he kept quiet.
The first grasp study 2
All the while I kept an eye on the helmet and the colorful display on its visor. Its colors went very well with the evening, and I almost let myself forget that this was our early warning system against unwelcome guests. The visor reflected the celestial expanse above us as the green and blue data danced and glittered. Best of all, the visor showed that we were alone no creature big or small tried to get close to us. The ship saw us as the only infrared hot spot.
“You know, Joey, maybe you could pitch the idea to the Global Warren Assembly?” wondered Pancake.
“Maybe,” Joey grinned. He looked up at the sky and gestured with his paws as if stretching something in an arch from the ground skyward and added, “The first piece would be easy enough, ‘The Orange Hair!’”
“Um, Joey, you know that’s supposed to be the Orange Hare, not hair, right?” Molly chimed in. Joey looked at her confounded as his smile evaporated, “What do you mean, a ‘hare’?” Molly tried to be as kind as she could, “You know, the mysterious Orange Hare they talk about in the Experimental Mythology classes.” “The only experiments Joey did in that class were with his catnip stogies,” quipped Pancake. Molly gave her a side look and continued, “The lore says that the first turning point for Bunkind was some strange, orange hare that became different from every bunny else.”
At the picnic Mr. Toes
Joey looked at Hopmeric. Our orange hare was sprawled out on his belly, napping with tucks out, oblivious to everything. His right paw was sticking out a little from under his chest, and his toes were moving. Sometimes they would randomly twitch, then they would move up and down like a wave. I couldn’t tell if anybunny else noticed that, and I decided not to draw their attention to it. Well, it didn’t matter, everybun did notice, and we were all staring at him, without a word.
After a long pause, we tried to return to the conversation about the “Waypoints of Bunkind.” We came up with a few ideas. There should be the “First Grasp,” the “Nutriberry,” and the “Splitting of the Carrot.” Beyond that, we started reciting our own “Firsts,” and somehow we generalized them to be essential to Bunkind at large. Joey thought the first EBA, any bunny’s EBA, should be on the list. To him, his first EBA was like another birthday. For me, it would be the first skydive. Molly felt the first flight that didn't kill any bunny should be included. She became a different bun when she soloed in a little SkyHop-66. Pancake and I voted for the discovery of disapprovium. When we tried to look for the dark matter in the universe and couldn’t find any, and instead we discovered disapprovium. Abby thought there should be a piece commemorating the First Global Warren Conference. We nodded to this one. And so it went on and on like that, late into the night.

Then, Hopmeric rose up from his nap.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Espresso and Charlie Update

"The one-ear salute, hoomin, that's what I think of this," said Espresso dismissively.

The caliradish.
Nope, no sir, you can haz it.
Greetings, Everybunny!

Our hoomin concocted a caliradish and brocoradish. Well, Charlie did mind, but she's the kind one in this warren. I had the oxbow cracky biscuits. I came out of my hidey-hole for this! My Bunstronaut Union boss is gonna hear about it. Such nonsense on a Saturday.

Look, if we don't complain he'll slack off, and we can't have that. We'll be demanding double the usual head rubs and then some, for working on a Saturday again.

We'll keep you posted,


- Espresso




Friday, April 13, 2018

Sweet Lady Button


TGIF, hoomin! Just bring the saaaalad and go or the weekend will spoil.

- Thank you, Christine!

PS: Christine says, "She's a rescue, we adopted her in December. She was one of thirty-some-odd rescued from a hoarding situation. Thank you 3bunnies Rabbit Rescue!
Button is not yet a year old, very sweet and good, but full of attitude and curiosity. Recently, we folded up the x-pen, and she's now a total free roamer. And she loves to give her Mommy kisses!

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Poppy


Bribes? What kind of bribes, hoomin? Only organic bribes make Poppy hoppy, hoomin!
 - Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: A little bit about Poppy,
BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: Satin
COLOR:  Black
GENDER: Spayed FemaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Fair
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Kensington

 

So, the excuses, hoomin, do they make a good fertilizer?
- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: A little bit about Kensington,
BORN: 2013
WEIGHT: 3-4 lbs
BREED: English Spot
COLOR:  White/Agouti
GENDER: Spayed FemaleLITTER BOX HABITS: Perfect
NOTES:   One of a litter of 9 babies born New Year’s Day 2013.  She does not like to be picked up or cuddled.  If you have had experience with a headstrong bunny and are looking to bond a lonely male rabbit, beautiful Kensington may be the right girl for you.  (not recommended for a family with young children).
The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised. 

Remember Fig
Fig found a forever home!

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Minnie and Mini-Me


 No, hoomin, it's not that - it's Trouble Tuesday.

- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!

PS:  A little bit about Minnie and Mini-Me
They are a bonded pair and need to be adopted together.

BORN: 2016
WEIGHT: 4 lbs
BREED: Lionheads
COLOR: Agouti/Black

GENDER: Spayed Females

LITTER BOX HABITS: Good

The BHRR fundraiser is still going on. Almost 2k was raised.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Penelope


Very amusing, hoomin. On a M*nd*y, hoomin? You're kidding me, right?


- Thank you, Chad!