I love the bunny laps Layla does around the couch every morning as I’m eating breakfast while Charlie sits on the couch next to me watching the morning news. My buns aren’t relaxing! They’re terrors, chewing everything, destroying everything and then being on their best behaviour when guests come around so people think my wild stories of cord chewing, carpet pulling and untamed destruction are just imagined.
My buns are nothing like cats or dogs. They do leap all over me and pester me, they are so annoying all the time (except when Layla is asleep!) but there’s something so hilarious about watching a bunny pick up your homework and run away with it that everything is forgiven.
I don’t love anything the most, because if I did I would only ever see the downsides to bunny ownership. Instead I love everything about them, their destruction, their stink eye, their demands for pats and their quiet disaproval of everything I do. I love my bunnies so much but Lord I don’t know why!