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*
Giol doesn't like me right now. I had him get his nails trimmed.
Usually I trim his nails myself, but it takes all afternoon. First I have to catch him, and he always seems to know when I want to trim his nails. Then I have to find a claw and snip it. Usually he starts struggling and escapes. So I have to catch him again. That can get tricky since he has so many safe little holes that he can crawl into. Ever try extracting a rabbit from under a dresser?
Repeat this cycle for all 20 claws.
Takes. All. Afternoon.
So I brought him to the pet store to get trimmed. He didn't like that either.
Not that I can blame him. "I... I smell predators! Strange woman holding me! No! Don't touch my feet! Help! Mommy!"
Poor little guy. But his claws really do need trimming once in a while. Wish I had a way for him to wear them down the same as a wild bunny would.
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