Bunny Love

So the bunnies arrived earlier than expected. Two beautiful white angora dwarfs. One with pink eyes, and one with kohl. Both sporting Himalayan markings on the tips of their ears.

We had to get two, of course. Who would a solitary bunny have belonged to? T-Bird? AirBear? We would have had a full blown war on our hands. So two it was.

Bunny reputation being as it, we opted to go mono-gender in our selection. Of course the girls refused to have boy bunnies, so we had to trust a bunny breeder to sex the bunnies for us. We hope and pray that the two are, indeed, little girls. I suppose that only time will tell.

As for naming their bunnies, the sky was the limit. The name game has been rumbling on and on for at least a week as the girls have debated what they planned to call their rabbits.

For about three days the animals were destined to be called Shooting Star and Shining Diamond. 

When they did arrive, however, T-Bird chose the dark-eyed bunny for her own and christened her Jasmine. I know why she went for the dark one instead of the pink one (which is generally unlike her, as she is usually first in the pink queue). I do believe my five year old is growing up a bit, and was somewhat entranced by an animal that looks like it has make-up carefully applied to it's bright black eyes.

So Holly, the pink eyed bunny, is now the proud possession of AirBear.

They have both informed me that their bunnies may refer to each of them as "Mommy". Sigh.

After a day of Bunnies-Inda-House, the first problem has arisen: Jasmine and Holly have very different personalities. Holly is loving and friendly, and quite happy to be cuddled and petted (lucky AirBear!) Jasmine, on the other hand, is skittish and nervous, darting around the garden and hiding in ridiculously awkward spaces. She prefers less attention than her sister. Now that's all fine and well, but for T-Bird it's a bit of a blow to her little ego. She seems to be taking it a little personally that Holly is happy for AirBear to smother her with kisses, but Jasmine is determined to get far away as fast as possible. 

For now I'm putting it down to new environment jitters, but we may need to have a bit of a Dr Phil intervention with Little Lady Lepus and get her over her rabbit-style pms at some point. (Note to self: google bad-tempered bunnies).

For the most part though, it seems we have a general state of bunny-love drifting through our abode and wafting over the lawn (as well as a growing amount of cecal pellets that I was informed a. would be eaten - they weren't and b. make good fertilizer - we shall see).