Hi:
I just acquired my Holland lop (a broken chestnut tort, if I’m correct on the coloring) about a week and a half ago. I named her Olive. She’s eleven and a half weeks old, and goes for her first well-bunny exam next week. Since she is still a baby bunny, she is quite sweet and so far (knock on wood) non-destructive (well, as non-destructive as bunnies can get, any way). During the day , she enjoys lounging in her cardboard box in her X-pen set up in the kitchen, or in her large kitty pan litterbox (it’s huge, but she really likes it. I feed her Oxbow timothy hay pellets and timothy hay. I plan to have her spayed when the vet ok’s it for her. She gets about 2-4 hours of free range time during the day, mostly around the living room and hallway, and it’s pure joy to watch her run her Bunny 500’s and binky around when she does, or stretch out lazily on the floor when she’s done.
I decided to get Olive because I live in a triplex in the PacNW, and walking a dog in the rain for 9 months out of the year isn’t so much fun. Plus, I’m going back to school in the fall, and wanted a pet I could litter train (Oiive has been successful since day one) and not have to worry about rushing home to make sure she could get outside on time. Those were the practical considerations. I also wanted a quiet, charming friend. I love bunnies because you have to meet them on their terms, not yours, but when you do, the joys of living with a houserabbit are exponential.
Olive is not my first houserabbit. My first houserabbit was also a small Holland lop (pure white with silver around her face) named Flip-flop, so named because of her proclivity to flip over on her side, cross her front paws, and completely zonk-out, ‘dead bunny style.” She was an absolute pip–somewhat on the destructive side (home re-decorating to the tune of baseboards, carpets, the underside of my bed, and the list goes on) but smarter than a whip and very cheeky. I also had her spayed and never really went through the “troubled teens” with her–she liked a house project, but she was never aggressive. I used to love how she’d come up to the door of her cage and beg for food and to let her out, and she used to like to boss my older dog around (and he was a Westie, a breed known for prey-drive–although I think he was missing that gene!) It was hilarious to watch them.
Olive seems somewhat more reserved, and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s still young, or if she just has a different personality than Flip-flop. Charming as Flip-flop was, I wouldn’t mind getting a laid back rabbit who wasn’t interested in constatly reconfiguring my house and possessions to her exacting specifications.
Best,
Jamie