We were heading out of town on a long drive, talking about Christmas, when Sharon said that she was ready to get another rabbit. She missed the scampering sounds, the chewing, and "that good rabbit smell." I agreed. We'd been putting it off because our schedules had been full of work and travel, but now, oddly, things were calming down in December.
About a minute later I got a message from my friend Laurie, who volunteers at the Humane Society. They had a rabbit, she wrote, that she thought would be perfect for us. We were about five miles away at the time. So we made a detour.
He was a big boy: about a year old and seven pounds. Super skittish when we got him into the familiarization room, but Laurie told us that he was a stray who was adopted and then returned, but once he calmed down he was very cuddly, loved being pet, and never bit. He hopped around the room, then hunkered under a chair, which is where I snapped this picture:
And this is after knowing us for 10 minutes.
So, we've adopted this big, loafy bunny, now named "Dougal," named after Father Dougal McGuire from the Father Ted TV series. He's still a little skittish, but is finally putting two and two together and realizing that tolerating humans = treats.
I don't know when we'll have regular pictures, as we're still getting him acclimatized to his new place (we adopted him on Monday), and his first reaction to any surprise is to bolt into his bunny maze, but still, it's good to have a rabbit in the house.