Her name was Daisy. She wasn’t the most beautiful in the pen but, as the caregiver explained, she was only 10 months old and would eventually fill out and her fur become more luxurious. I wasn’t completely convinced but I had looked at fostered bunnies for months and none had measured up to the ones I had adopted over the span of 15 years. The first one, a darling one month old with Siamese markings I named Booges Bunne’ Dupre’, then a little grey Angora, Ollie Meatloaf, a multicolored spotted lop-eared, Mozart, another, Manfred and now a long wiry Belgium Giant. DAISY! I became interested in owning a rabbit after reading an article in the newspaper about exotic house pets and thought it was a great idea since my line of work had me on the road quite a bit. I was not that eager to invest in another dog so soon after Daiquiri passed. Oh, Yes, I forgot to mention….I’m an artist who earns a living doing Art Festivals. So now, Daisy, it’s you and me kid!
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