Snappy September - Day Seventeen - Skipper the bush-bunnarooo
























Now, really faithful BFTB readers will realise that I never wanted a rabbit.

Nope. Knew absolutely nothing about them, they seemed like a lot of extra work, didn't seem particularly affectionate and were infamous for chewing through television, flokati rugs and the occasional sleeping face.

But of course we got one; a six month old boy we called Skipper.

And yes, the little bugger grew on me.



In addition to his two storey town house with indoor ramp we've made him a long 'run' that is reverently positioned on the greenest bits of our patchy lawn so that he gets to sun himself, eat his greens, do a few joy jumps and more than a few happy laps.














The other day I put him out on the lawn, had a chuckle at the white blur he created as he zipped up and down a few times before hiding out in his upturned cardboard Australia Post box (currently being remodelled courtesy of his top and bottom two teeth) and went inside to work.

A couple of hours later, I popped out and saw this:




















He was stretched out cooling his tummy at the other end of his run, seemingly with no driving need to dig further and make his escape; just content to have given the 'ol front paws a bit of a work out.

I hurriedly scraped the dirt back in with my shoe, shifted the run a couple of feet further to the west and gave him a cuddle instead of a scold.

Little bugger.