Personality Transplants

Okay, you must be thinking "What is this crazy March hare talking about". Don't blame you, I sometimes wonder what I'm talking about also. Last night Mr. Rabbit and I were enjoying a quiet evening (not many of these with three bunny-ettes around the hutch) and just talking. We started talking about New Year's Eve and what fun my father always had planning and throwing a NYE party. Now the Big Rabbit (my father) wasn't a party type of person. He worked hard on our working ranch and when not working, or spending time with our family, he was sleeping. Except for NYE. The whole ranch was alive and celebrating. Food and more Food, drink and more drink, and everyone invited spent the night so nobody left impaired. In the morning, the Grey Hare (my mother) cooked a breakfast to start a new year. Mr. Rabbit and his family always came, and to this day, many many years since my father no longer walks this earth, they still talk about the parties and the good times.

Anyway, after talking for awhile, I looked at Mr. Rabbit and said, "It's a shame we can't transplant personalities." As Mr. Rabbit looked at me in the 'it's alright hun, let me get your meds' look, I continued, "Too bad we couldn't have transplanted Big Rabbit's personality into our neighbor, Grumpy Gus." Now Grumpy Gus isn't a next door neighbor, he lives across the street and over one hutch to the north. He is grumpy (but a very nice guy) about everything: the time the mail is delievered, how the garbage is collected, how the leaves fall in Autumn, then grow back in Spring.. you get the picture. Now, before you feel sorry for Grumpy Gus and think he is unhappy and that's why he's always complaining. DON'T. Grumpy Gus is only happy when complaining, just believe me on this.

On we go.. he would do very well with Big Rabbit's personality. Less grumping and more humor about life. Grump Gus' wife would love for him to have my daddy's work ethic and love of family. Plus we need someone to throw a huge NYE party (without me having to clean up after it). See, I'm only a little crazy, not full out. LOL

Well, I'm off to help bunny-ette #3 clean Trixie's cage. Trixie is a rabbit a friend rescued and gave to us (because we take in all strays, or that's what the invisible sign on the front of our hutch has to say, lol). More on my zoo another time.

Bunny Hugs to you!