Moving Day

Well, I will admit, having lots of boxes in the house was kind of fun.  I got to explore the tunnels they made, and sniff many new things.  But I was still pretty scared that they were going to leave me behind.  The night before it all happened, my parents put me into a cage.  I didn't like it one bit.  I was really scared, because my Mom and Dad had never put me in a cage before.  I wanted to go back to my room!  But they didn't listen to what I wanted.  They brought the cage into a part of the house I hadn't been in before, though.  That just made me want to get out more.

On the day of the move, there were lots of people around, taking all of my stuff!  All of my lovely boxes were disappearing!  I really wanted out now!  But I was stuck.  The next thing I knew, I was being packed into the car, which was really full of boxes and things.

The ride was very long.  I dozed off, groomed myself, and waited.  The bottle of water attached to the side of the cage was leaking as we went through the mountains.  I had to sit in my litter box so my feet wouldn't get wet.  I don't think Mom and Dad realized what had happened.  Finally, we stopped.  I was glad, because I wanted to be on solid ground again.  I don't like car rides.

Dad carried me and my cage into a motel room - at least I think that's what it was called.  They put my cage on the floor of the bathroom, but didn't let me out.  Mom cleaned up the spilled water on my cage floor, though, so I could get out of the litter box.  That was good.  I was happy to not be in the car anymore.  Mom gave me some fresh food, which I ate up quickly.  They put a towel over my cage so I would have some privacy, and I spent the night happily flopped out.

The next day, we were off again.  I wasn't excited to load into the car, but hoped it wouldn't be for too much longer.  It was cold outside as Dad carried me and my new home.  I still didn't like being in the cage, but at least I felt safe and secure.  The ride was a lot shorter this time, but my water leaked again.  Mom noticed when we made a short stop and put some newspaper down to soak it up.  Mom takes good care of me.

We got to our new home, and I was unloaded and brought inside.  Everything smelled new and different.  I couldn't wait to get out and explore!

I Almost Got Away With It

As I was saying before, I came to live with my Mom and Dad around Christmas in 2009.  Shortly after I got settled in, there was a big change going on in my house!  There were boxes everywhere, and things kept disappearing that I had owned.  I started to get very scared, because I was worried that my new family would leave me.  They kept trying to explain that we were "moving".  I didn't know what that was.  All I knew was that stuff wasn't where it should be.

Where did it go?

This is mine.

Lots of boxes!

On Christmas Eve, my parents left me in my room with the door shut while they went somewhere to visit someone - I think it might have been my grandparents.  They were gone for a long time, and I got bored.  So, I decided to try and get out of my room.  Since my room was the bathroom, I climbed up on the toilet to get a better view of the situation.  I saw the doorknob, and knew that it had something to do with me getting out.  So I jumped at it.  It was kind of fun, actually, so I did it several more times.  After a bit, I managed to do something, and the door opened.  Freedom!!!

I had just got the door open and ran out when I heard someone coming up the stairs.  Mom and Dad came through the front door and I ran to hide.  They didn't know I was out, and didn't notice for a couple of minutes.  This gave me time to go back toward my room, hopefully to look innocent, but they saw me.  They were, to say the least, a bit surprised.  They asked me how I got out, but I just sat and looked cute.  I'd never tell.

About Me

Well, I guess I should start at the beginning of my story.  That's a good place to start, I hear.

I am a Holland Lop rabbit, and I was born in the early part of 2009.  I don't remember exactly when my birthday was, so I just go by what my parents tell me.  I was born so that I could be sold as an Easter bunny at a pet store.  I don't remember much about my brothers and sisters, or my rabbit family.  It's hard to think back that far.

I do remember that I was in a pet store for a while, and I didn't like it.  There were lots of other young rabbits there with me, and it was fun to be with them.  But I got picked up a lot by people who didn't know that I don't like that.

I ended up in a little kid's Easter basket, at least that's what I think it was called.  Again, it's hard to remember back that far, and it wasn't a very nice time.  I was picked up a lot, even dropped a couple of times.  It made me scared.  So, I won't talk about that part.

After a long while, I was dropped off at the animal shelter.  I didn't like it there, either.  One day, close to Christmas, I met my Mom and Dad.  They put me in Mom's arms, and it felt really nice.  She was very gentle and kind, I could tell.  So was Dad.  They talked softly to me, and I wasn't as scared with them.

They brought me home and showed me my new room!  It was a big place compared to what I was used to.  It took a little while to be comfortable there, but it was so nice to have a real family!

Hi There!

Hello!  My name is Charles, and I'm a rabbit.  That may not mean much to you, but it means everything to me!  Being a rabbit, it's hard to get on the computer very often, so I have my Mom and Dad update this blog for me sometimes.  In fact, my parents prefer that I not get anywhere NEAR the computer, since I sometimes like to chew on the wires around it.  But, I'll try to share as much as I can anyway.

This blog is so that I can share my thoughts on life and being a house rabbit.  I think I have a pretty important story to tell, so stick around and I'll tell you all about it!

Thanks for joining me on my rabbit adventures!