If you’ve owned a pet, you’ll already know how much love and affection they can give. Bunny with no name is no exception. When we come in from work she’s alert, sniffing around and desperate to be held. People think we’re mad getting her but to us, she’s family.
On a typically boring Saturday spent scuffing feet around B&Q and doing the weekly Waitrose shop, I spotted Pets at Home in the distance. “Lets goooooo innnn” I said in my most naggy voice (the one I find hilariously adorable, the one that makes Dan want to pack his bags and move back to his parents). My sister had spent the week Whatsapping me pictures of cute fluffy bunnies on Pinterest (she was thinking of buying one) so I already knew I wanted to hold one. Dan couldn’t seem any more uninterested if he tried but in we went anyway JUST to look he said. Now everyone knows that Pets at Home is not the place to go when you’re feeling a little worse for wear. Translation, when you’ve got a raging hangover. Screaming kids, barking dogs and funny smells are not the most delightful experience but hidden among the chaos I saw a quiet adoption area. This is the house given to bunnies and other animals that have sadly been donated back to the store. There we met Jingle, an older bunny who had severe respiratory issues so had to be given the right sort of home and medication. Poor Jingle had had a tough life what with so many trips to the vets and constantly being prodded with needles so whoever adopted this bunny really needed to be home all the time and give the buns the love and care he needed.
Next to the adoption centre was the huge area for baby bunnies, sections split into rabbits and guinea pigs. Having had guinea pigs as a kid, I desperately wanted to stay and watch them but with Dan looking physically repulsed by these rat like creatures, we popped to see the rabbits instead. Among the excitable white, brown and black crazy animals who were hopping and jumping all over the place, lay a shy and timid miniature lop – soon to be our little buns. One thing is for sure, I had no intention of leaving with one that day. When I held her, she barely moved… or did anything. I asked if she was blind, alas she was not. As I gave her back Dan exclaimed “let’s get her!” (urmmm didn’t see that coming). Sensible me said we should go home and measure the home in our house (they’re indoor pets for the first six months) and see if the colour matches our walls (because hello, bunny already did). I didn’t expect that having gone home, Dan would still be as keen to go back and get her – even doing that annoying irritated anxiety thing in the car the whole way there, worried that she might be bought by someone else. Hmm, I wish he’d be like that over jewellery or Jimmy Choo’s.
After lots of faff and driving around various shops to pick up different hay, bedding, food, bottles and toys, eventually we returned home with buns. We had to leave her for 24 (agonising) hours so she’d fit in to her new home so we left her with sufficient food (nuggets and hay only for the first 3 months) and popped to Dan’s parents for an evening of fun with them and their LA relatives. The next day we returned to an even more shy bunny.
Weeks later having spent time playing with her, petting her and trying to enrich her life, buns is still nameless although it’s safe to say the name ‘bunny’ has officially stuck. She’s really started to show her personality and last night for the first time, we started to give her bits of salad leaves, hid under toilet rolls, chewing balls and under sticks. We’ve also began training her to understand our tones of voice (rabbits don’t recognise their name) and to not chew the TV wire; although following on from Dan’s recent sessions of watching football, rugby and F1 – that can’t be a bad thing. She’s lots of fun and has injected some much needed responsibility into our lives. “Now I know how it feels to be a new mum” I said to my sister, a mother of a one year old. “Yeah right, because it’s exactly the same Lauren”…
If you’re thinking of buying a bunny, do think about it seriously. They can live for up to ten years in some cases and there’s no guaranteeing how big they will grow. They are intelligent animals and very well groomed but do need regular exercise and stimulation. They are hyper sensitive animals who can hear for up to a mile and see 360 degrees but this does give them a tendency to over stress and become anxious. Buns hasn’t bitten yet (touch wood) but I’ve read that rabbits only bite if they become aggressive or scared. Oh and by the way, rabbits cannot vomit. The first time I saw what I thought could be vomit -“ARRRGGGGHHHH OMG SHE IS DYYYYINGGGG DO SOMETHING DO SOMETHING” I literally nearly cried and passed out. That’s another thing with new pets – you worry about EVERYTHING. Is she ok? Is she deaf? Is she happy? Is she allergic to hay?
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