This morning, Brooke and I were heading out the door for work, when I spotted a wee little black bunny scurrying out from beneath our car and under another vehicle a couple of spots over. Since we live in wild, lush Takoma Park, I figured it was a semi-urban rabbit, but wanted a closer look regardless.
As soon as it heard me coming, the wee bugger came bounding right out and started chomping on leaves right by my foot. Then it saw Brooke, and fell in love (much like I did).
Here’s how it went down:
I guess the good Lord saw fit to place a needy wabbit at our feet, knowing we’d provide it a good home. (We did try calling animal control, but they were slow in getting back to us, so we decided to take it in.) I’m psyched that it’s a “people bunny” — it’s into being held, comes running at the sound of my voice, plops down to sleep like a cat, enjoys deep stroking and loves eating treats out of my hand. I think Ethan once put out a personal ad that read just like that.
More pics (and declarative gender ID) on the way. . .