Many people who meet Silas comment he acts more like a dog than a bunny. He’s happy, friendly and affectionate. And (the part currently making me crazy) likes to scrounge food just like a dog. I’m getting really tired of cleaning up smashed bunny diarrhea off the floor and trying to clean his bottom. His recent sins included grabbing a chicken nugget and trying to eat half of it before I pried it out of his mouth, gnawing on a block of cheese left on the table by my kids (I was sick, fell asleep, and clearly not adequately supervising), and running off to hide with an enormous pomelo (giant orange/grapefruit-like citrus) peel that my daughter dropped on the floor. You’d think he’d realize it makes his tummy hurt, but no.
I really, really don’t want to have to constrain his area. He’s such a wonderful free-roaming part of our family. But this is getting ridiculous. It’s gotten worse because the vet said he was a bit overweight, so I cut back on his pellets and greens. But now he is on even more high alert for any kitchen or table activity and strategically places himself under my kids’ chairs at all times.
Pictures (because if you bothered to read this rant you’ve earned some cuteness)


Thankfully, he doesn’t eat the ribbons, just collects them.