Volunteers and associates of
The Rabbit Residence Rescue
share experiences of our
tiny fluffy friends.
Just woken up from nap, about to go off in search of snacks, mega Whisky yawn inevitable in 3...
And now, for your delight, a big fat Monday Whisky-mouf close-up:
It just doesn't get any better. It looks sunny out there. Is he hollering for you to come let him play in the yard. You know the weather was bad yesterday. All the other bunnies had had perfect days, and then, yesterday, when it was Whiskey's turn there was no sunshine. Not fair. Anyway, what a bunn! I love the Sphinx pose.
I miss his old stretching routine from when he was 2-4 years old where he would do alternating-paw toe-clenches *and* the yawn while in that low front stretch. This slightly less cute stretching-up-on-tippy-toes-yawn is just one of the ways he chooses to punish me in subtle ways.
Yep, "subtle." That is what we all think of when we think of Whiskey. Well, that and you're being so fortunate to be his pal. We love him.