Dennis = Denise

So...
Dennis is a Denise. Who knew?
Way back when, Hannah decided she needed a little critter to love and take care of when I was at work. We got a little black dwarf bunny and named her Harley. Then Hannah decided that Harley was lonely and needed a friend. We got Dennis and Harley proceeded to beat six different kinds of snot out of poor Dennis. We sold Harley and got Dennis' brother to be a friend.
Everything was going swimmingly. The bunnies were getting along great. A little too great as at times as we'd catch the other bunny, who we named Carl, engaging in what could only be described as bunny prison rape. We didn't think too much of it because we thought they were both males, and one of them was gay.
We were wrong.
This morning, I noticed that the bunnies had thrown a bunch of their bedding out of the cage and bent down to clean it up. I heard squeaking and much to my surprise, I was in time to see the last of four little baby bunnies enter the world.
Well, crap.
Hannah was taking a friend home from visiting our place when she got my call. She immediately turned around and raced home at 85 MPH.
The second thing I did was to separate Carl from Denise and the babies, as he apparently decided that the best way to celebrate fatherhood was to try and make more babies.
After some frantic Googling and texts and calls to people who know about baby bunnies, we got the babies and the mother set up in a warm, cozy box.
Long story short- anyone want a little baby bunny? Please?



Two months, and they're yours. For a small, reasonable fee. Get your orders in now.




Aww... Look how cute. Its like he's saying, "Buy me! I'm cuddly!"