And so it begins ...

…One little rabbit’s battle for survival.

Emily is about to turn 8 and the thing that she’s wanted more than any other thing in the whole entire world is a pet. She would go totally insane if a little puppy dog was to ever front up to this house and be a permanent resident.

Let’s face it though, we’re horrible, evil parents who can’t be bothered cleaning crap off the lawn and living with a dog’s life span, so that’s simply not going to happen. Instead, we’ve opted for a pet that will provide a little bit of joy and entertainment (at least for the first week?) but that won’t live quite as long. We’re not wishing that the poor little mite finds and early grave or anything, we’re just investing in a shorter term option.

So today a tiny little bunny arrived in the house much to the utter delight of a nearly 8 little girl. Named Ginger (with the possible alternate of General Flopsy), its’ currently found itself wrapped in a towel and being toted around the house. I’m not convinced that by the time that we return from purchasing a hutch for it, it won’t have managed to flee to the far corner of the garden and beyond as its instincts for survival take charge!

Of course the greatest danger to the little blighter is the very real chance that it gets loved to death!