Ten Weeks Old and Already Binkying: First Days Home
She came home Saturday, ten weeks old, tiny and brave. This is the arrival log: hour by hour Saturday, then…
She came home Saturday, ten weeks old, tiny and brave. This is the arrival log: hour by hour Saturday, then…
Bundad spoils her rotten and she forgets I exist. Treats from him, side-eye for me. I pretended to be jealous,…
She is almost eight and still does her laps. Not the high-speed binkies of year two, more like happy 0.75-speed…
He climbs on, tiny paws kneading, then nibbles at my sleeve seams like they are knots in my fur. Rabbit…
I told her she was cute and the face changed instantly: ears up, chin up, pure queen. Before: sleepy loaf.…
Six years and I still stop to watch her eat and drink. Same bowl spot, same loud crunching, same sleepy…
Empty toilet-paper roll, two ears, one very patient bunny. This is my invention log: prototype, payment system, approval, and the…
Storm alerts made me pack the carriers for real this week. Coastal wind, phone buzzing, and two bunnies to keep…
Some days the diary needs one silly photo. A tiny hat, ten seconds, one picture, then it comes straight off.…
First week with a new bunny is all watching. This is my field journal, day by day, what I set…