Okay, so I thougth that I would put myself out ther erealyl quick. I am nineteen years old and have just gotten a bunny. His name is Rexxy, and he is pretty much my first pet ever, but things have just gone so well with him unlike what I’ve heard from the women I go to school with. I am a graphic design and mulitmedia major. I work on websites and editing photos. I have done a lot of shoots with bunnies after I got him and it’s becoming more and more of a job now.

Now, about the baby. He is nothing short of a menace to my house. Ah! Eating all of my cardboard that I use to paint on, and digging on my butt when I’m trying to sleep on the couch. Staling my apples when I go  to eat them, and trying to escape the room he is confined to. But I do love him. He is abnormally passive, and I haven’t run into any aggression issues. At almost a year old, he does not spray, does not growl, and does not charge. He loves attention and being held. His favorite thing to do is steal my clothes and things that smell like me….when I am wearing them. He is a jumper. He can jump really high like over playpens and dog gates. This makes containing him difficult. He is also a quick and agile little guy. I am unable to catch him. He makes round around my legs to the point where I get too dizy to stand watching him, and his ears are abnormally large, and he is a little too long to be a “good” mini rex. I think he’s perfect.

That’s the scared touble maker. He got himself stranded and neede to be rescued from the carpet island he put himself on in my kitchen. Shaking and clawing at my shirt to hold on. He calmed down in about thirty seconds.