Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Make Mine Chocolate
I saw an advirtisment about making easter bunnies chocolate instead of real. I support this because rabbits are not for everyone. Be sure you really want a rabbit and that you have the time and money for them. Do your research and good luck!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Pictures Of Junnie
This Is Junnie a week or so before she died. She loved to run!
This one makes her look like an angle! She is looking at the great salt lake.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Until we meet again.
Less than an hour ago my sweet Junnie died. Yesterday she had a horrible run in with what we believe was a cat. She went to the vet and the prognosis was good, but this morning things went south. I miss her dearly.
She always greeted me as I entered the room, and every one knew that Junnie would thump if she didn't approve of something - such as moving the litter box, or putting her back in her cage when she didn't want to be. When she would thump she would also make this funny little whine right before.
She was chronically jealous of my computer mouse. She would try and put her head in place of the mouse so that I would pet her. She also was frustrated with books. She would come and sit her rabbit tush on my book. I would push her off so I could study, and she would come right back to sit on my text. She had her own spot on the couch at my apartment. I would leave a hand towel for her to snuggle on, and she loved it.
She was great with a litter box and that made her all the more lovable. She would wait by her cage if she had a need, and I would put her in, she would do her thing, and she would come back to play. She also understood the word no. This came in handy if she was chewing on my texts, or trying to cross the side walk. She would thump her hind foot in a temper tantrum way, but no was no.
She loved phone books and toy balls. She would chew up a wicker ball in a matter of hours. When I watched movies I had to take away the balls with jingle bells because she would make such a racket that one would think she was one of Santa's reindeer. She was the sweetest little rabbit and after my foot injury would come and cuddle with me a couple times a day.
She loved chocolate. Yes it was not good for her, but she always wanted it. She once climbed on the back of the couch and pushed her head into my mouth and stole the chocolate right from me. Man was I surprised. If you shook her treat bag she was instantly there. She would stand on her hind legs and her ears would be perked and she would do anything for a yogurt timothy treat.
She was amazing with the residents at Wasatch Care Center. She was so well behaved and would sit and visit with them. She even would hop up and down the tables during bingo and stop for residents to pet her. Every day at work I would have several residents ask about her. The residents that didn't know my name would often call me "bunnie lady" and there was several residents that liked calling her Muffy because they said that it fit her better.
I named her Junnie B. after the Junnie B Jones book series. She had that bold lovable personality and the name came to me instantly. Janaye would call her Junnie boon-ie. She insisted that Junnie was a bunny and I insisted she was a rabbit. But I did enjoy calling her Junnie boon-ie because it rymhs when you say it funny like that.
I loved her the first time I saw her. There was two sisters who had pick of the litter before me, and they almost took her. The lady who sold her to me saw that I really was bonding with her and that I wanted her and convinced the girls to take one of the two black Siamese instead. I held her when she was only about three or four weeks old. At that time she fit into the palm of my hand.
She came to recognize me and love me quickly. Rabbits really can bond. If I ever held another rabbit, or brought one into the house, she was instantly jealous. When she had her baby, she would shove the baby off the back of the couch if the baby was getting to much attention from me.
I know this all sounds really dumb to some one who thinks of a rabbit as a farm animal, or to some one who doesn't really connect with animals, but Junnie was an amazing pet. She had so many little quirks about her, that I just couldn't help but love her.
So long for now baby, I love you forever and will think of you often. May heavenly father keep you, until we meet again my little June bug.
Although this blog is really pointless, I plan on keeping it going with the same name in memory of Junnie B.
She always greeted me as I entered the room, and every one knew that Junnie would thump if she didn't approve of something - such as moving the litter box, or putting her back in her cage when she didn't want to be. When she would thump she would also make this funny little whine right before.
She was chronically jealous of my computer mouse. She would try and put her head in place of the mouse so that I would pet her. She also was frustrated with books. She would come and sit her rabbit tush on my book. I would push her off so I could study, and she would come right back to sit on my text. She had her own spot on the couch at my apartment. I would leave a hand towel for her to snuggle on, and she loved it.
She was great with a litter box and that made her all the more lovable. She would wait by her cage if she had a need, and I would put her in, she would do her thing, and she would come back to play. She also understood the word no. This came in handy if she was chewing on my texts, or trying to cross the side walk. She would thump her hind foot in a temper tantrum way, but no was no.
She loved phone books and toy balls. She would chew up a wicker ball in a matter of hours. When I watched movies I had to take away the balls with jingle bells because she would make such a racket that one would think she was one of Santa's reindeer. She was the sweetest little rabbit and after my foot injury would come and cuddle with me a couple times a day.
She loved chocolate. Yes it was not good for her, but she always wanted it. She once climbed on the back of the couch and pushed her head into my mouth and stole the chocolate right from me. Man was I surprised. If you shook her treat bag she was instantly there. She would stand on her hind legs and her ears would be perked and she would do anything for a yogurt timothy treat.
She was amazing with the residents at Wasatch Care Center. She was so well behaved and would sit and visit with them. She even would hop up and down the tables during bingo and stop for residents to pet her. Every day at work I would have several residents ask about her. The residents that didn't know my name would often call me "bunnie lady" and there was several residents that liked calling her Muffy because they said that it fit her better.
I named her Junnie B. after the Junnie B Jones book series. She had that bold lovable personality and the name came to me instantly. Janaye would call her Junnie boon-ie. She insisted that Junnie was a bunny and I insisted she was a rabbit. But I did enjoy calling her Junnie boon-ie because it rymhs when you say it funny like that.
I loved her the first time I saw her. There was two sisters who had pick of the litter before me, and they almost took her. The lady who sold her to me saw that I really was bonding with her and that I wanted her and convinced the girls to take one of the two black Siamese instead. I held her when she was only about three or four weeks old. At that time she fit into the palm of my hand.
She came to recognize me and love me quickly. Rabbits really can bond. If I ever held another rabbit, or brought one into the house, she was instantly jealous. When she had her baby, she would shove the baby off the back of the couch if the baby was getting to much attention from me.
I know this all sounds really dumb to some one who thinks of a rabbit as a farm animal, or to some one who doesn't really connect with animals, but Junnie was an amazing pet. She had so many little quirks about her, that I just couldn't help but love her.
Junnie weighed 2.4 - 2.6 pounds and was a netherland dwarf.
She was 16 months old or about 25-26 human years.
She was a Siamese sable or gray color.
She had brown eyes with slightly large ears for a Netherland
She was one of four girls in her litter, and the only sable.
She was an amazing pet and will always be my Junnie wabbit.
She was often called June bug, Junnie the rabbit, or Junnie Boon-ie.
She didn't care for bananas, but loved celery.
So long for now baby, I love you forever and will think of you often. May heavenly father keep you, until we meet again my little June bug.
Although this blog is really pointless, I plan on keeping it going with the same name in memory of Junnie B.
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