This is, in some ways, a sequel to Gouda the Bunny.
Since the post about little Gouda, he's grown into quite the little terror. Over three pounds of stubborn fluff, he's got my sister's personality and affection. Very cute, but a sneaky nibbler of pant hems and shoes (the rabbit, not my sister).
Gouda and my sister have been a fine family of two, but the sister decided to expand. Pretending that bunnies are children, I told her what I'd heard so many times- "two kids aren't twice as much work, they're four times as much work." Now, I have no children at all, so what would I know?
My sister, being who she is, ignored us all and adopted a new little girl bunny, re-named promptly to Baby Brie. I suggested Brie a long time ago for a girl bunny (along with Camembert and Gorgonzola, which were rejected because they were too long and hard to pronounce for the Koreans in our lives), so I was delighted that Brie became Brie.
I haven't met this little bundle of fur yet, but is she not adorable??
I can't wait to meet this newest member of the family. She can't be any more neurotic than Gouda ... can she?
My sister is slowly turning into a crazy rabbit lady, I fear, but at least they're clean and sweet and don't make any noise, so I'm fully supportive.
Writing this post almost made me want to adopt my own little bun, but I'm definitely not ready to be responsible for a living creature. Maybe after I move back from Albuquerque...