Nessa sleeping on her back.

Nessa “thinking” she fits in everything.


Nessa with the mat pushed up against the door opening so Vin couldn’t get in. It was one of those “you had to have been there and seen it” moments. Vin was trying so hard to get in and Nessa was like a statue; she wouldn’t budge an inch.

Addie and Ben having a stare down with a wild baby bunny who came running up to them. The cutie didn’t even care how close I was.


I turned around to catch Vin trying to steal the rainsins.

Vin, when we first brought him home, enjoyed always being on top of his enclosure sleeping.



And this is Pep. We really don’t have too many pictures of her yet.
It started out that my wife came home from work and told me that a co worker’s daughter, who was in college, had a room mate which had a bunny. The room mate didn’t want the bunny any more and was going to just let it go outside because no one else wanted it.
Both the mother (the co worker) and her daughter are animal lovers. The daughter would have, but couldn’t keep the bunny because she was in the dorms, so she contacted her mother looking for some type of help. The mother knew my wife and I were bun lovers and asked if we could help out by contacting the shelter we adopted all our buns from, and if in the mean time if we could also “keep” Pep at our house because she (the mother/co worker) had 3 large dogs and didn’t feel safe leaving Pep alone in the house with them.
So I agreed. We kept Pep at our house for about a month. The co worker was really serious about finding help for Pep; she even paid for her spay. I had contacted the shelter (Judge’s Park; about a 2 hour drive away from us) and told them about the situation and also mentioned that her spay would be paid for and that we could keep her while recovering from the surgury.
So we had Pep here for about a month before she was ready for the shelter. The day of the drive down to the shelter, the entire day was just cr@p. I felt absolutely miserable (feeling guilty) and it was even a miserable day outside. I had to keep telling myself, “we already have 4 buns” and “Jen (shelter owner) is fantastic and will find Pep a good home”.
Well, it was about 3 weeks after I took Pep to the shelter in which I hit my breaking point. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I (well, both of us) missed Pep too much and we had to have her back. And so it happened. I called the shelter and told Jen that we loved and missed Pep and that we wanted to adopt her back.
And now she has her forever home.


