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Where did I leave off yesterday? Oh yeah, the mummies not thinking my future happiness was worth a 2 hour round trip. Not cool. Anyway, I started looking at some google images whilst creating my online dating profile, and discovered that, although I stick to my guns and say I’m not choosy, and I’m definitely not shallow, it turns out I have a type: I like ’em hairy!

I found myself drawn to mini lion lops, with their gorgeous face-shape reminiscent of my own, and their laissez-faire attitude to trimming. I told Mummy J, and she got on the job right away, trying to find me a fluffy companion. As luck would have it, there was a breeder with baby girls who would have been ready to go in a week in our area! I was bursting with excitement, and wasn’t sure how I would manage to wait a whole 7 days, but Mummy El said she’d waited for 26 years for Mummy J, so a week’s nothing when you’re looking at a lifetime of happiness.

Mummy J began emailing the breeder, and that’s where it all fell apart. The exchange was so bizarre you couldn’t have scripted it, and it would have been funny if it hadn’t been my heart and my future on the line. Every time Mummy J asked the lady a question she would give a completely random answer, totally unrelated to what was asked! Mummy asked her 3 times if she and Mummy El could come and visit the girls, and eventually she got a 3 word reply (with no punctuation, I might add) “yes of course”. Mummy asked if they could go the next day, and we’re still waiting for her reply now!

After waiting all of Monday evening and Tuesday morning to hear back, Mummy J looked again to see if there were any more lovely ladies for me, and guess what – she found some! And, they were old enough to come home with us right then!

Mummy El phoned the breeder and it just got better and better; they only lived 5 minutes away, we could go and see them that evening, and when I say “we”, I mean we! I could come too! So, my internet date turned into a speed date as I was introduced to the 4 most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Our eyes met, we touched noses, I acted aloof (it’s a rabbit thing), it was all perfect. There were 2 brunettes, a grey and a platinum blonde to choose from, but I just couldn’t decide. I mean, how to you break 3 girls’ hearts? Seeing and meeting me like that, then not being chosen and spending the rest of their lives dwelling on what they could have had, knowing they’ve missed out on a life with me… I couldn’t bear that on my conscience. So I told Mummy El to decide. And she told Mummy J to decide.

I said bye bye to the girls and went back into my carrier; I thought they’d never make a decision, it seemed like forever until I was being popped into the car, and it felt like they were driving home via Scotland – the tension was killing me, I couldn’t wait to see who they’d chosen for me!

I’m pretty sure you’re as excited to see her as I was, so without further ado, may I introduce to you, my beautiful lady love.

My platinum blonde ball of hairy love

My platinum blonde ball of hairy love

Told you she was gorgeous! We’re like the Brad and Angelina of bunnies, except I’m a bit better looking than Brad, obviously. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should go and do something gentlemanly…

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