My first bunny was a dwarf lop called Smudge. She was initially bonded with her littermate, Dusty, however she died from a respiratory infection when she was 2. Smudge became a house rabbit after that. She’d happily travel the 380 mile car journey to visit my parents and would munch her way up the motorway.
I moved in with my parents when Smudge was about 5 when I went to Uni and so Smudge moved into the summerhouse. She had a section to herself and could go in and out during the day as she pleased. She free ranged in the garden and helpfully pruned many of the plants. The roses were all bare for the first 18 inches or so, purely coincidentallly, this was exactly how high she could reach on her hind legs!
Obviously, I’d never do this now, but she would mug anyone for a Cadbury’s chocolate button. She used to sit by the patio doors and beg for one. She had to investigate everything that was going on and you’d trip over her when hanging up the washing. She loved a good fuss as long as her feet were on the ground. She’d sit under Dad’s workbench when it was set up in the garden. That’s how she ended up with varnish on her head... She passed away when she was 7 and was the reason I found this forum.
