Recently, one of our staff had purchased a rabbit from our Drogheda store. A little grey and white fluffy thing, no larger than the palm of your hand, left us and went off on an adventure with his new owner. This is their heartwarming (and hilarious) story so far:

 

"I remember driving up in the car and thinking to myself 'I really hope he's still there...', having picked him out from 4 potential candidates during the week. Eventually we did arrive at the M1 Retail Park (myself and my partner) and we entered the Drogheda store and headed straight for the rabbit pens. He was indeed still there; this tiny fluffy ball of white and grey. Even when he was that small he had a little grey mohawk that flopped between his ears when he hopped around. Aimee, the manager at Drogheda, came straight over to us and went through all of the necessary details about owning a rabbit; telling us about the cage, the food, the hay (rabbits primarily eat hay), the water and the treats he would need. As quick as we had walked in, we were back out; rabbit boxed, cage dismantled and on our way home.

 

After a very slow and cautious car journey we had reached my house. While my loving partner (who also has the patience of two saints) sat with the rabbit in his box, I assembled the cage following Aimee's instructions from Drogheda. After a slight struggle (on my behalf with the cage), the new addition to our little family had been properly settled in with fresh water, hay, nibbles and treats. So we sat, and we sat, and sat, and sat, and sat... Still our little grey man hid under the plastic embrace of his green apartment (this green apartment was a hidey hole for him). I wasn't expecting him to warm to us right away but surely after two hours he would be comfortable enough to investigate his cage? Just as the thought entered my mind, a tiny mohawk popped out the doorway of the green apartment, with a nose humming like a chainsaw. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it certainly benefited the rabbit...

 

Within the first week alone, 'Fluffybum' (his unofficial name because he actually has three names: Tormund, which is what my partner and I call him. Newt after the character from James Cameron's Aliens film, which is what my Mother calls him. Then Fluffybum which was the happy medium, and because he did, in fact, have a very fluffy bum) had begun to leave his enclosure and venture out into the great wide room where his cage was held. It was easily the largest play area known to bunny-kind and I did feel a bit like John Hammond introducing Dr's Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler to his Jurrassic Park, all I was missing was the trademark cane and white suit. So Fluffybum hopped and sniffed and sniffed and hopped around the room till his heart was well and truly content. Then something happened...

 

If you have never seen a car airbag go off and launch something like a cup or a plate a mile into the air on YouTube, I recommend you do that now. Fluffybum catapulted himself high into the air, twisting his head in all sorts of directions before coming back down, though unlike the cups and plates on YouTube, he didn't smash to pieces. Instead he tore off around the room at a break-neck speed! After much deliberation with my partner and some light reading on the internet, we discovered that this was actually a sign of our little Fluffybum being happy. What Fluffybum had done is known as a 'binky' to the wider rabbit owning community and it was a sure sign that your bun was very happy indeed. To say I was feeling chuffed is an understatement.

 

So our time together was spent with me sitting on the couch in the bunny's room while he rocketed back and forth, leaping and bounding through the air in an awesome display of bunny gymnastics. On one particular day, I took it upon myself to lie down on the ground and see what would happen. Lo and behold, as I gazed to the ceiling I heard the familiar sniffing sounds that I had grown accustomed to over our last few weeks together. It was no time at all until this turned into Fluffybum sitting upon my belly and rubbing his chin into my lovely River Island jumpers, which again, was another sure sign that your bunny was very happy and thought of you as 'of the species'.

 

The one thing I have failed to mention is the daily struggle of trying to get Fluffybum back into his cage when I had to go to bed! As much as Fluffybum had enjoyed his time outside the cage, he hated returning to said cage when playtime was over. I tried luring him, picking him up, tempting him with treats and toys... Nothing apart from chasing him around the room worked, and even then it turned into a game of catch. Though he always knew when playtime was over and he would get two laps of the room out of me before returning to his cage on his own, leaving me panting of course. Then he'd look at me, as if I was the crazy one in our mutually beneficial relationship...

 

The one thing Fluffybum did truly hate (probably the only thing he hated...) was anything outside of his 'play room'. Whether it was the door open or the sound of strangers in the kitchen, he always approached the entrance to his room with an extra degree of caution. Though once he was happy with the door being closed he would then go and grind his teeth on the marble fireplace in the room, which is a secret by the way, please don't tell my Mother... Eventually this grinding progressed to everything and anything he could get his little fluffy paws on: Shoes, wires, his cage, my jeans, my belt, the treadmill... Literally everything. Keeping in mind that I had already rabbit proofed the room as best I could, little Fluffybum still managed to find things to chew on. Though he was little no more...

 

As it stands now, he's nearly three times the size of my hand! Granted I've got little hands, but he's much bigger than when I first got him two months ago. He's been eating well, exercising regularly (while making a fool of me) and relaxing like a King in his own little palace. He's got the run of the room at home, but I don't mind. He's a happy bunny and that's all that matters to me. To be honest I never thought it was going to be as difficult as it is, but it's very rewarding, to watch him binky around the room at home like a possessed pogo-stick. I never thought a rabbit would have been for me, but he's great company in the evenings, even when he decides to check out what I'm doing on my laptop (which involves him sitting on the keyboard and staring at me). The food and bedding is relatively cheap too which is a huge bonus, and Equipet always have great deals on where I can save that little bit extra.

 

There are two things I'll always take with me for the rest of my life from this adventure: How kind and friendly the staff at Equipet were when it came to getting Fluffybum, and the joy little Fluffybum has brought me, even in our short time together."

 

[caption id="attachment_1182" align="aligncenter" width="443"]happy-bun-one Little Fluffybum heading into his green apartment after being returned to his cage by his owner.[/caption]

 

What a lovely story from a member of our staff and a proud rabbit owner! We'd love to hear your pet stories too. Please email us your pet stories (big or small!) or get in touch via Post and we'll put the best ones up on our blog for all to read! Stay tuned for another important blog next week about the benefits of Dog Health Supplements!

 

Bye for now pet-pals!