Well, knew it had to happen sometime. This morning Olive has discovered the joys of pruning my carpet. Unfortunately it’s not just in one spot (where I can block it or put something down for her to ignore and go off and find another spot), and if I shoo her away from one spot, she goes on to the next (usually under the couch–the little stinker). Luckily I have an easily-moveable futon so it wasn’t a problem to get her out from under the futon (I know, I know, bunny proof NOW).
Now *there*’s the bad bunny behavior I remember so vividly from my Flipflop (though she preferred baseboards as her main delicacy–well, no, on second thought, that little lady thought the whole apartment was her special du jour).
Finally I had to pick up Olive and put her back in her X pen (not the least bit fun as she’s in the 99.9% of rabbits who will tolerate picking up on her terms, but not when she’s having naughty fun). And unlike an older rabbit, I can’t lure her into her X pen with goodies (I hear you can’t give rabbits fresh foods until they’re at least six months old). It was really only by luck and persistence that I caught her any way–she’s not what I would call a snuggle bunny (how many of them really are?) Besides, I’m not one for handling rabbits anymore than necessary–I really don’t think the majority of them care for it, and as long as I can get grooming and cleaning of the cage done, I’ve really never required my bunnies to snuggle with me. I mostly like to sit and observe them (destroy my house–ha ha).
Luckily the damage is not noticeable at all, but now I hesitate to let her free range. At the same time, I want to give her exercise, and she really does like to binky and bunny 500 around the place. Perhaps shorter sessions.
Ah yes, the joys of bunny parenthood. My Olive is growing up, the sweet little terror
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