I am the mother of a compulsive digger and a notorious chewer.

Yes, I own two bunnies. Yes, they are my children. There are only a few places they do not join alongside me. I have a beautiful doe, Stella. AKA the chewer.

And a handsome buck, Dax. My compulsive digger.

Whilst this ownership I have found that there are a few things that are exclusive to this species and this species alone. Let me just dig right in chew it.

5 things only a bunny mother can relate to:

1. HAY

Have you ever seen a beautifully painted portrait of a snow covered cottage in winter? It is a spectacular vision. Now, take a moment and envision all of the delicate snowflakes as hay.

Yes, I am talking about dried grass. Hay.

Let us take this one hop further and instead of it being all around the outside of your house, imagine the hay all throughout your home. It is the herpes of a bunny home: it's EVERYWHERE and impossible to 100% get rid of.

I keep my wonderful fuzz balls in my bathroom and will continue this until they are completely housebroken. Therefore, most of the herpes in my apartment is confetti-ed on the floor. However, I do still find it in the hallways, in the living room, on the kitchen floor, and in my hair. I recently purchased a handheld mini broom and dustpan and felt like Jesus Himself sent it.

2. Yes, I know. My bunnies would make a great appetizer for your dog.

For the longest time this irritated me. Okay, okay. It still at times irks me. People can be rude and ugly. I don't go around saying, "Your son would make a great snack to Hannibal."

Look, I do realize your dog could easily rip my babies apart, but you don't have to laugh and say that it wouldn't be a big deal. It is in the dog's 'nature' to eat them. And, if I had a dollar every time I have heard the reference to rabbit stew being made, I would have all of their pet bills covered for the next 5 years.

However, if you do recall, I used the past tense when I described my irritation. I now humor the people and let them make their seemingly award-winning joke about rabbit brunch. As they continue on blabbing I stand there and just think to myself, "Do you not realize how many times I have heard this? Hate to break it to you, but you are very unoriginal."

Except for one.

This one fellow spots my children. He then approaches me and after ensuring what species they are, says a wishful comment: if only his beagles were here...

But, wait. There's more.

He does not stop there. This man begins explaining the process of how to train the puppies to hunt and eventually kill the rabbits. And he ends this long drawn out explanation with how one of his buddies trains his pups with the little bunnies (who were specifically brought about for the training) then lets the bunnies go so they can eventually be hunted.

Thank you, kind sir.

Hmmmmm. But, I live in a rural land so I must admit defeat.

3. No, they aren't just rabbits.

They have names: Stella Kate and Dax Sylvester. They have personalities: Stella eats EVERYTHING and Dax has a digging problem. They have physical, emotion, and psychological needs.

Bunnies are actually intelligent creatures. They are easily trained to a litter box, can be house broken to be free roam (with much patience and heavy research) and can be taught tricks.

See for yourself!

Slightly bias but I do conclude rabbits are the best pets.

4. Though she be but little, she be filled with ATTITUDE.

As mentioned earlier, bunnies have personalities. Oh my heavens, do they ever have personalities.

For instance: Stella. My sweet, sweet Stella. She is so sassy and sneaky. These characteristics are a deadly combination when combine with the fact she eats anything she can get her little teeth on. She knows she is not to chew on my things, and she also knows what "no ma'am" means.

When she thinks I am not watching her she will hop over to a favorite baseboard and start to reach for the nibble. I will turn, snap and give her those two words and she just looks at me like,

This process repeats until it is time for a time out. She knows it's coming and will dart under the couch and then lay down as if saying, "Sucka, come get me now!"

Dax: Dax is my sweet little boy. Well, sweet until he attempts to dig through my carpet. I swear he is convinced there is a stack of bananas under there or something.

Dax is also scared of everything that moves and is stationary and breathes and can be touched or heard. So basically everything.

5. The joy of having a bunny.

Last but most certainly not least. After the hay is cleaned up and the bite marks holes have been filled and sanded and the carpet is replaced, there is no way to not be in love with the little puff balls.

Simply no explanation could accurately describe the warmth in your heart the first time your bunny hops in your lap to cuddle. You can't imagine the sweetness of that little bunny's kisses. My favorite is the binkie!

There is nothing like being a bunny mother.

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