Meet Waffle

For as long as I remember, I have wanted a bunny.

I used to have one as a child, but I only loved him as much as a child could. I didn’t do all of the dirty work or the full looking after routine, I just did all of the cuddling business, after all, that’s all I really knew how to do. Unfortunately, he died of fly strike, something me and my Mum were oblivious to existing. We weren’t entirely clued up on rabbits, and it’s something that I swore to myself I would never let happen again.

Fast forward a decade and a half, at point at my life where I am stable enough to provide my full love and attention towards a new fluffy friend. So, meet my very beautiful ten-week-old bunny.

This is Waffle. A (very lightly coloured) harlequin X lop, and my new best buddy. He likes ear scratches and curly kale and hates people running up the stairs and courgette.

He is such a lovely little member of the family, despite weeing on my floor several times (damn you territorial species), and I can’t wait to watch him grow up and see his personality blossom even more.
I was so worried at first, bringing a solo bunny into the house, I was even preparing to head back after a few days to pick up one of his brothers or sisters because I thought he'd show signs of loneliness. But he has been the happiest little bun, happy chattering away and binky-ing around my room - he's definitely happy with just my company which has made me so relieved and happy. After all, It's his happiness that's the most important thing right now.
So, yep, this is my little Waffle. He says it's very nice to meet you all (although he wishes you had kale and baby corn)!

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