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Meet Dusty, a Jersey Wooley. He is 6 months old -- just a baby. We got him from the Humane Society. He had a lot of fur, but he was a wild bunny (found on the hard core streets of Honolulu). He had dreadlocks like Bob Marley and smelled like POOP. They shaved him, we bathed him. Now he hops around our abode. Dusty loves to eat. He eats hay, vegetables, fruits, pellets and one time he tried to eat Will's toe (for real, it bled!)
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| Meet Huckabee, a Polish Dwarf. She is 16 months old. Her family left for the mainland and, alas, there was no room for a 2 lb bunny (they had very small luggage). Huckabee is neater, cleaner, and less piggish than Dusty. However, she is a little afraid of everything (including the turtles) and REALLY afraid of people (you would be too if your family left you on a deserted -- well, populated -- island paradise). But not too much anymore. She loves bananas and jumping straight up in the air.
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| Huckabee in her "Bunny Castle." Rochelle bought it and I (with much todo and complaint) put it together. It has three stories, in each of which a bunny can hide, munch on the cardboard, or leave a "surprise." Rochelle wants a really big one for her to play in. Dusty likes to sleep on the second floor. It used to be next to the stove, but one day we discovered bunny tracks on the burner--so we figured it was best to put it somewhere else...
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| For two weeks after getting the bunnies they each lived in their own house. Dusty, in a craggy urban apartment; Huckabee in a sprawling suburban tenement (seriously, the thing is 50" X 50"--That's bigger than my college dorm...). Here's Dusty visiting Huckabee in her willow tent.
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| Here's Dusty in the one place he doesn't poop-- a litter box. Although, he does limit his pooping to his house so, all in all, we don't complain.
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| Now they live together. Here they are, sleeping on their pillow under the willow tent. Aren't they cute?
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