Care and Feeding of your Rabbit (and the Soul)

I rent, which means that my ability to choose what kind of furry creature is part of my life are limited.

If I had more ability to choose, I would have a dog. A mid-size mutt somewhere between a lab and a golden retriever. Or what sparked my soul when I went to the local humane society to adopt (always adopt, if you can).

But so few apartments allow you to have a dog, most prefer small animals.

So I've got a rabbit.



I've talked about Loki before, my little hopping agent of chaos. He's been settling into the new apartment, but I've noticed something that didn't trouble him in the old place: there's less for him to chew.

Loki, all 12 pounds of fluff

I used to let him tear apart amazon boxes, but with a smaller apartment, I can't really dedicate as much space to letting him tear apart cardboard. So I've been trying to figure out what to get him in terms of toys. Loki made it clear this weekend that he likes to have things that he can pick up and toss around with his teeth, so I've grabbed a rope ball with a bell in the middle.

It's seemed a success so far, but I'm working on it.