Little Rabby Foo Foo

We didn’t know we were animal nuts.

Honestly.


We know you might find this a bit doubtful, given all the bug, dog, cat, elk, cow, and now bunny posts that populate this blog…


… but when you find yourself with camera at hand and a teeny Flopsy Ears blocking the pathway to the garage on your way to get more beer, what are you going to do?


Besides, who doesn’t think a baby bunny nibbling on tender grass shoots is cute enough to give you hiccups?

Wait… maybe that was the beer. Whatever.

Yeah, yeah… we know our incredibly erudite readers might prefer deep and profound insights on topics of global importance to critter shots.


And it’s not that we don’t regularly have those kinds of discussions that we could share with y’all. It’s just that by the time I sit down in front of the computer, chewing contemplatively on my knuckle as I consider where to start the brilliance…


… it’s gone.

And I miss both the “aww” factor, and the brilliant thoughts.

UPDATE October 2014: A dear friend has subsequently introduced us to an altogether satisfactory substitute, at least for the cuddle quotient, known as “Jellycats.” And now, we’re officially animal nuts because there’s no avoiding that conclusion when you fall in love with even a STUFFED one.

Ducky introduced George Washington to our home in honor of my becoming an American citizen.

I was smitten, and I’m a grown woman who hasn’t given a personal passing thought to the value of stuffed animals since I lost track of Fluffy, my white stuffed cat I adored until I was about eight.

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I owned George, the most cuddly, perfectly weighted, exquisitely soft plush critter I have ever encountered, for about 23 hours. Then, Winston managed to sneak in and snag him off the highest bookshelf in the guest room, escaping to a hidden corner of the house where he proceeded to baptize poor ol’ George in copious dog slobber and nibbles, and declaring him his own little love nugget.

After several valiant yet unsuccessful attempts at rescue (Winston can reach any shelf in the house if he takes a mind), we gave up, and George is now Winston’s very best bunk buddy.

Given his machine washable resilience, I suds him up occasionally, and all in all, he’s looking fine, especially given the amount of canine snuggles and mushy sweet nothings that are exchanged between the two.


Jellycat® Bashful Bunny

This little guy has an astounding 5 star rating out of ~240 reviewers, and I’m not surprised. The only thing that would be more consistently delightful would be an actual bunny, but between figuring out what to do about family vacations and the poop, George and his Jellycat buddies win.

Winstons says, “Amen.”

P.S. This just in… our buddy’s new favorite:


Jellycat® Cyril Sloth

I know a little two-year old grand baby who’s gonna love Christmas this year!

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