Day 1. Here we go
With the cage brought hastily in a lunch hour and the clock ticking we set off for the pet shop, a modest four minute walk away. Armed with a Perroni box (only the best Italian beer box for our bunny) and an old towel we breezed down the hill. A bag of bunny hay, salt lick, saw dust and groaning bag of premium food later we were ready to bring him home. It was a stately procession up the hill with our new resident sitting in a small heap of hay in the bottom of the towel covered box. Once home we very hastily set up the cage. A lining of newspaper, followed by chippings. The litter box, we lined in the same way and set up his food and water bowls. His house is from the Fiddlesticks range. With hearts in our mouths we scooped him and the hay into the cage, closed the door and sat back to admire our handy work. I’m glad some one did. Within a moment of his feet touching the floor he was in his house, small pink nose twitching like billy-o! The books say leave them be, so we respected his wishes. And that was when we got our first surprise. Instead of being scared to death, he started out, bold as brass, the hiding thing a passing fancy. As we looked on he went on a good sniffing mission and made himself aware of the luxury in which he was to be kept. He ate a little and spent the evening sniffing and scooting away at 100 miles an hour when we got up to walk past his cage. And we got a pretty good idea of how this bunny operates. The towel we brought him in was put in his house for comfort but within an hour it had been dragged and dumped outside. A forthright bunny indeed.
