Mini lionhead/ Newfoundland

This post may have gone on way too long and not that I want to beat it to death because my animals mean a lot to me. But for all of you who were wondering what Gus (the bunny from Utah) really looked like and I know most of you do... I found a random picture of him on my phone. Thank goodness for camera phones ;)

I am in love with animals. Except birds and cats. I don't really like them... at all. If money, space, and time allowed, I would have a zoo in our apartment. I can recall the first animal we "had" besides our dog, Brandy and our cat, Kendra. Yes, I said Brandy and Kendra. It was in our house on Stony Creek Overlook. Under our deck we had a "secret passage" there was a window in the basement and when you were outside on our deck you could lift a section and you could see into the basement. There is probably a name for this, I just don't know it. Anyway, there was a frog and a salamander living in it and they were our pets. Mom and Dad might not know about them. Then there were the 5 stray cats we took in and then gave away. The egg Natalie and I stole from the robin's nest at the north pool. We kept the egg in a brown bag under a lamp on dad's desk until it hatched, lived a day or so, then died. Of course, there was Beau. He was our dog and FAVORITE pet for 13 years. There was RD-lucky, another stray cat we fostered who got his neck shut in the front door on the 4th of July by a careless friend. Jacques, the box turtle, who "ran away". 400 goldfish. The 2 water-frogs who jumped out of the tank, down the stairs and later dehydrated on the entry-way floor. Our favorite fish were buck-eye, who was black and had HUGE eyes on the sides of his head and later turned gold, fatty, fatso, large fish which were supposed to be small (we ended up donating them to our neighbors' backyard pond). Now that I think about it, every animal we owned was supposed to be "mini" yet always seemed to grow 50 times its normal size. We had 2 mini-lops (rabbits), Demi and Chloe. They were sisters who eventually turned into cats and then had 2 litters (one was obviously not a sister but rather a brother or something) 7 bunnies in the first and 6 in the second, then THEIR babies turned into cats. When I say cats I mean they became the size of Lucifer from Cinderella. We kept Demi, Chloe and Dante, from Demi's first first litter. Then there was Trey, a bunny I bought while out visiting Brittany and George in Oregon. He was so sweet and little when I got him. Apparently he didn't do so well on the flight home because he was never the same and I hated holding him. He scratched too hard. There was Dexter, a stray cat I adopted in Utah. Gus, a bunny I bought in Utah and then had to get rid of. I think that covers it. Let me know if I've left anything out. I'll try to find some pictures of my loves and definitely one of the bunny-producing compound. I'll post them for you.

The pictures are in! I put them in groups of 3 so I didn't have to scan so many times. I regret to say that I don't have any pictures of any of the stray cats, the fish, the frog and salamander, the robin egg/bird, or Gus (the rabbit from Utah). But I have documentation of the ones that REALLY matter...Enjoy!

Beauuu. We dressed him up in doll clothes. He loved it. The second picture is when we first got Beau. They made me sit on a stool to hold him, I wasn't big enough yet... The 3rd picture is Beau cleaning up after the bunnies. He was such a good vacuum.

What a good dog! We would always get phone calls from people in the nearby neighborhoods, "We got your dog, he got into the trash again", "Okay, we'll be right there." Beau always knew when trash-day was. Shaking a box of Cheerios and asking if he wanted a "cookie" couldn't bring him back. Nothing was better than fresh trash. Little scavenger.

Demi and Chloe, before they turned into cats and before Chloe was really a boy. They outgrew their indoor cage and we had to build them an outdoor one. The second picture is Chloe...chillin. And the last is Demi. She was probably pregnant here.

The top picture is at Brittany and George's house in Oregon. George is holding Solomon (their bunny) and I am holding nice-Trey. We named him Trey because he was our 3rd one. Little did we know about Demi. The 2nd picture is mean-Trey. The 3rd picture is a picture of the bunny-producing compound that I promised. That was a pretty sweet set-up, I'm not gonna lie. Before our neighbors made us move the "eye-sore" it was bug free. When we moved it to the new location, it was home to many species.

This is Demi's 2nd litter. I have pictures of the first but people are in them so I didn't want to post them. They got big FAST! They are cute little things though. The bottom one is Demi with her kids. Poor thing. I got mad at her because she kept having babies. So I gave her away. I didn't realize the trauma she must have gone through. I guess I didn't understand she probably didn't like that arrangement anymore than I did. I feel terrible now. We didn't realize bunnies mature much faster than humans and we left Demi in with her babies too long...hence her second litter. Chloe and Dante liked to cuddle. We had to separate them because they kept fighting or something. So Chloe would hang out in the yard all day and come home whenever. He was doing so well that we left him out overnight. Some animal had him for a late-night snack. I was so sad.







Now I'm married and am getting anxious about my next pet. I really want a Newfoundland (dog). It's really big and expensive and we just don't have the time we would need to invest in an animal of that nature yet. Stay tuned. But yesterday after Brittany, Preston, Collin and I fed the ducks, we walked to Uncle-Bills. I was so excited because I never have company with me when I go into pet stores. As we walked into the store, my eyes zeroed in on the cage. It was like tunnel-vision. The lionhead rabbits!! They're so stinkin cute! So don't be surprised on your next visit when you are greeted by my new love.

As you see, it's fur resembles the mane of a lion. Don't hate.
So cute, so cuddly.

Red-headed boy not included. Just to give you an idea of the size of a Newfoundland. It's big.
Love it. Love the mange, love the slobber, love the eye boogs. Love it.