I will admit that I tend to have a soft spot for animals.
It's not a crazy-I'll-go-out-and-lay-my-body-in-the-middle-of-a-busy-street-for-four-legged-furry-people type of love. It's more like a I-can't-say-no-when-I-really-should kind of love.
Even my father pulled The Mister aside before we were to be married and warned him to "Watch out. She is a keeper of all strays."
I'll admit, that's true.
Growing up I brought home several dogs, a couple of cats, a mouse (which ended in an unfortunate event when he escaped his cage and was found one very early morning as he ran across my Dad's sleeping head. For the record, the mouse lived, but it was touch-n-go for me for awhile...).
Oh, and OK, I'll admit that it didn't always work out, like that time in the late fall of my senior year of high school when I brought home a Japanese Exchange student, who had been kicked-out by her host family...but that's another story.
If I like animals, my daughter is passionate about them (my mother would call this passion: pay-back.)
This is the same child who at the age of 6 came with me one morning to teach a pre-school music class. She pulled me aside to inform me that "Bringing Home the Baby Bumblebee" was not an appropriate song to be teaching children. After all, the bee does not fair well in the end. In fact, he gets squashed and wiped on ones pant legs--which is the REAL tragedy: more laundry for mom.
Those of you have been reading for awhile know that The Girl had a puppy (Sophie) for nearly nine months that didn't work out (at no fault of The Girl's). She has grieved over that puppy.
A couple months ago, she said she was ready to try another pet, she thought she might like a rabbit.
Since I tend to look at every opportunity as a "teachable moment" I told her to research rabbits... while I approached The Mister about adding to our family allowing The Girl to get a new pet.
Thus The Bunny Proposal was born:
As you can see, we The Girl was given approval. So we she moved forward in the bunny process.
Yesterday we purchased what I originally thought was a bunny condo, but found upon construction that its actually an Italian villa; as the instructions came in Italian only. (I got it for over 60% off because it had a crack in one of the non-essential pieces. There is nothing like ocean front property at suburban prices.)
(The stuffed bunny was placed for full effect.)
This week has been a tough one for me personally. So the excitement of this new adventure in pet-keeping is a welcome reprieve.
My new furry bundle, (ahem), The Girl's bunny comes home tonight...