Easter, bunnies, and dog

My sister and her housemate adopted a bunny that was found abandoned near their church.

"She's all black, and she has a big nose, which just reminds me of Rocky," she sobbed over the phone. (This was before the surgery and we were trying to make difficult decisions; one of the reasons why we were considering putting Rocky down if there was a high chance he wouldn't survive the surgery was because we didn't want his last memory to be that of being abandoned. We just couldn't bear that.)

"So what's her name?" I asked. Just making small talk to make the conversation less sombre, you know.

"Vicki," she sniffed.

A couple of days later, something strange happened. So apparently bunnies do this thing, where they can make their testicles disappear -- the causes of which range from stress levels to weather conditions. Yes, "Vicki" turned out to be a "he." Very funny, God.

"What're you going to do with his name now?!" I enquired, the next time we talked.

"We'll just call him... Bunny."



He really does look like Rocky -- in the weird way that bunnies look nothing like dogs. I mean, that was Rocky's favourite lying position -- until he grew that lump, of course, and now because of the stitches.

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Speaking of bunnies, I was so inspired by Brad's entry that I made Easter cupcakes for everyone (over Easter weekend, of course). Yeah, life was still going on, even if the blogging wasn't. ;)



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Rocky's finally able to bend both his legs comfortably and get into a curled up sleeping position! :) And I found three lumps of poo in the garden; I've never been so happy to see faeces.