And the web obliges:
If you know anything about bunny body language, this is one happy little lop. And the music just makes it. Ah, j’aime Charles Trenet.
liz | 12:53 PM | cute fix
Liz Spikol was born in Philadelphia sometime in the 20th century. She started writing about her experience as a person with mental illness in 1999, while employed at Philadelphia Weekly as the paper’s managing editor. Aside from serving as that paper’s web editor, music editor, staff writer, senior editor, executive editor and a host of other random roles that she couldn’t make up her mind about, she has also worked as a Spanish teacher, as a Certified Peer Specialist during Philly’s system-wide transformation and as a communications specialist for a prison reform organization. Currently, she works at the Mental Health Association of Southeastern Pennsylvania and writes book reviews for PW. This blog — named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 and 2008 by PsychCentral — is about medications, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, OCD, PTSD, SAD (and many other acronyms), mad pride, Big Pharma, celebrities, hospitals, stigma and the recovery movement. And other stuff.
Aah. We had a tri-coloured mini-lop bunny living under our house for three years. He belonged to a neighbour whose kids let him out for walkabouts. He fell in love with one of my hens and took up residence here. I loved him a lot. He came up every morning from his network of tunnels for a cuddle and breakfast. An owl got him eventually. Some would criticize us for allowing him to live outside in this semi-protected environment, but he made it very clear that he was miserable indoors and extremely happy outdoors. His owner would have returned him to the shelter had we not allowed him to set up shop under the house. I really miss him. It’s nice to see this bunny has room to hop about. Bunnies need that.
This caused me to make embarrassingly high pitched noises. Reminds me of my bunny, she’s also a lop and does that dancing flippy thing all the time. I think bunnies all stretched out and relaxing are so pimp-cute!
What a sweet, happy bunny. I had a bunny once who thought he was a dog. He followed my daughter home from school in the first grade and moved in. He, too, rejected cages, but that turned out to be all right because our four dogs also thought he was a dog. He lived with us for seven years then disappeared into the canyon behind our house after what I felt to be a tender goodbye. I miss him. This bunny made me very happy and the music was truly perfect.
Well, this was a good cute fix. I needed one badly.
I had a lop and he did the jumpy flippy, too I named him Nijinsky.
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