It occurred to me the other day that those of you who haven’t listened to our recent podcasts may not know the latest on our pet situation: not long ago we became the proud and (mostly) happy human companions of a small dog… uhh, I mean cat… err, that is, a bunny rabbit.

If it looks like a Schnauzer and acts like a Schnauzer . . . it could still be a rabbit. 🐰

If the title of this post is confusing at best (and misleading at worst), I say blame the author—she loves wordplay and just couldn’t resist portmanteauing “pet update” into “pupdate.”  (She also can’t resist, it appears, the unauthorized changing of a noun into a verb.) Adding to the confusion is that she’s not wholly certain what kind of animal is currently running around her house.

Yes, I like looking out the window. No, I’m not a cat.

Possessing characteristics of puppies (boundless energy; greeting visitors in the entryway), cats (looking intently out the window for long periods; rolling around on her back), and of course, bunnies, she is a spiritual chimera of the animal world.

My mommy says I’m “unique.”

It’s not just her multiple personalities that took us by surprise.  Unexpectedly, the process of adopting her unfolded exactly as it had when we got Stanley: same rescue organization, same adoption event location, and same outcome.  That is to say, I had a couple of bunnies in mind, and as I sat in a little penned area meeting each bun individually and agonizing over which to adopt, the husband sat several feet away in a chair, scoping the room and falling quickly for a totally different rabbit.  I hadn’t seen this other rabbit on the website, though, because, still awaiting her spay procedure, she was not yet officially up for adoption.

The Chosen One: “I was picked before I was even really available!”

Then we got the lowdown on this English Angora: she’d been rescued from a neglect situation; she hadn’t been given enough to eat and had minor food insecurity issues because of it; her coat had been so matted that it had taken weeks of combing to get out all the mats (thus the bald spots); and she would need diligent combing to keep her fur from matting.  Another option for fur management, we were told, is to shave her regularly with an electric razor, like an unpaid dog groomer.  In other words, she was a “project.”  I told the husband I wasn’t looking for a project, but he was giving me that look—the one that told me his heart was set on her.  Slowly, it dawned on me that I wasn’t going to win this one.  I guess it helped that I couldn’t decide between the other two buns.

What she looked like when the rescue found her. Yikes!
Double yikes!! What she could look like if we were insane and cruel… or needed a sweater. Source: https://www.thesprucepets.com/angora-rabbit-breed-profiles-1835793

“Oh fine,” I said after a loud sigh designed to underscore my annoyance, “but you’re taking her to her spay appointment and you’re staying on top of her combing and you’re shaving her coat on a regular basis.”  (I hadn’t yet seen either of the above pictures.  Otherwise I might not have given in.)

Mmmm … good napping chair.

We’ve had her for a few weeks now, and she’s kinda bonkers.  She has trouble sitting still and some evenings, after a long day of work when I just need things to be a little Zen, she drives me crazy with her frenetic energy and frequent need for stimulation and attention.  She has a naughty streak (again, like Stanley did) and will often test the limits by hopping on a forbidden piece of furniture and finding ways to nibble on houseplants and other no-go items no matter how inaccessible we make them.  Still, these are just growing pains and getting-to-know-you-and-your-rules aches.  We’ve had several good evenings where she’s able to chill.  She’s starting to understand “no” (even though she sometimes ignores it).  She’s gentle and loves being near us, plonking down next to us on the couch and stretching out for as much petting as we’re willing to give her.

Also this rug. I like this rug, too.

To help keep her entertained, the husband channeled his inner Pa Ingalls into fashioning this nineteenth-century-era wooden toy for her to chew on (though she’s never chewed it once).  Deciding it was a total bust, we drove a nail in the top and hung various rabbit-friendly chew toys from it, which, thankfully, she loves and frequently gnaws.  Also, she likes showing her donut-pouf who’s boss.

I done built this here wooden toy from scratch, Ma!
Listening to election news is making her agitated. It makes me agitated, too.

This girl is very different from our last rabbit, and maybe that’s a good thing.  I worried that he’d ruined me for ever having another bun.  I still haven’t been able to bring myself to write The Tale of Bun 4: Walter, but as this big fuzzy four-legged tornado slowly wears down my defenses, I may heal enough to do so one day soon.

So far, I’m allowed on this chair.

Update to the Pupdate: For various reasons, the publishing of this post was delayed by a few weeks.  In the intervening time, the donut pouf has gone away (she was using it as a secondary bathroom) and she is no longer allowed on the couch (where several naughty behaviors were occurring).  The good news is that she’s getting better and better at listening and there is evidence that she has learned some rules.  So, while at times it seems like for every step forward with her, there are two steps back, things are getting better.  There is one recent negative development, though; I’m now being roped into helping with the shaving sessions. 😠


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  1. O my goodness, your little bunny is so cute and I loved to watch the video! I don’t think there’s anything as wonderful as observing your bunny and her behaviour and learning what they like to do (or not).

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  2. So cute! I did have to do a double take to make sure that it was a bunny, and not an actual Schnauzer (although its resemblance to one is shockingly similar). Thanks for sharing and spreading the adorableness!

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    1. Thanks! It sounds like you haven’t had one before. A blogger I follow – Southern Girl Blogging – wrote a great post on what it’s like to have a house rabbit (and I added 2 points in the comments section). It’s worth a read because, like any pet, they present their own unique set of challenges. They are often adopted in droves around Easter and shortly after there’s a glut of bunnies suddenly up for adoption at the humane society because people don’t realize what it means to have a bun. I’ll link to her post here in case you’re interested in learning more.
      https://southerngirlblogging.wordpress.com/2018/09/07/house-rabbits/
      Also, apologies if you’ve already read them, but under the “Pet Parenting” category of my blog I’ve written posts about 3 of our past bunnies, which can also provide some info, even if they’re more story-like than informational.
      https://thetravelarchitect.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/the-tale-of-bun-1-maxwell/
      https://thetravelarchitect.wordpress.com/2020/10/16/the-tale-of-bun-2-gertie/
      https://thetravelarchitect.wordpress.com/2020/10/30/the-tale-of-bun-3-stanley/
      Not trying to be pushy with my blog – just trying to make it easier to access should it be of interest. Here’s hoping a bun is in your future – they’re great little creatures and thanks for reading and commenting!

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      1. No need to apologise at all for sharing your content. That’s great, thank you so much for sharing it with me. I’ll definitely take a look at this for more info. I would want to make sure I knew exactly what to expect if we did get a bunny. I haven’t had one before and from the little that I have read, it seems they are a lot more work than people realise. I would 100% want to make sure that we were able to commit to the responsibility. Like you say, a bunny isn’t just for Easter!

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