My daughter has a rabbit named Toad, though most of the time I call him Bun. His full name is Toad Barnaby Humperdinkle, and somehow it fits him perfectly. He also has a handful of nicknames depending on the day and how mischievous he’s being.
When we first got him, we were told he was a boy. Later the vet told us he’s actually a girl. But by then the name and pronouns had stuck, and at this point he’s just… him.
He’s a tiny dwarf Netherlands rabbit with a huge personality. Most of the time that personality shows up as annoyed, slightly angry, and very opinionated.
He has a love hate relationship with my daughter. He free roams in her room and has a pen with a litter box he knows he’s supposed to use, and for the most part he does. But he also has a habit of jumping on her chest in the morning, staring her down until she wakes up. If she ignores him or does something he doesn’t like, he punches her. Literally punches her.
When she comes into the room, he gets so excited he runs straight for the door, which occasionally results in him getting accidentally nudged or kicked in the process because he moves faster than anyone expects.
He hates car rides. Loves snacks. Especially bananas and apples. When he gets a piece of banana, his back twitches with excitement in a way that’s impossible not to laugh at.
And when he’s unhappy, he makes it known. Grunting. Punching. Attitude.
For such a tiny little thing, he brings a ridiculous amount of personality, entertainment, and joy into the house.
--- Jen