He's so cute! He's so fluffy! He's Giol!
Yeah, that's his name. And he's a rabbit. Some sort of miniflop... I think. I got him from the humane society so his heritage is rather vague. I know he's a little over a year old, that he's very sincerely male, and licks himself in places probably best not mentioned.
He also doesn't photograph very well. Hey, you try taking a picture of something that moves that fast.
I love my little friend! *cuddles*
Don't expect to have any privacy if you have a rabbit. I leave my bathroom door open because he always follows me in and I don't want to close the door on his paws or something.
If I'm just using the toilet he'll usually leave right away. He might wait by the door for me to come out (gets very interesting if it's dark and hard to see) or he might get bored and start doing something else.
However, if I'm brushing my teeth or otherwise standing by the sink he'll hope around me then flop down behind the sink with his little nose going a mile a minute. No idea why he does that, though I know he'll spend a lot of time in the bathroom when I'm not in there.
He particularly likes to relax behind the toilet. I guess it's nice and cool back there. Though I did eventually have to find another place for my, ah, sanitary napkins.
See all those plastic bags of napkins? Well he decided that it would be great fun to rip them to shreds. Don't ask me how he came to this conclusion, I can't imagine plastic tastes good and the napkins are supposed to be unscented. But I did find bits of plastic and cotton batting all over the floor when I came back from errands one day.
Rabbit proofing a home is kinda like baby proofing, only babies don't have as sharp teeth.
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