Raising a bunny is like raising a child. One that you don’t have to hire a babysitter for.
I can’t eat an apple without Finnick feeling the need to help me out.
I can’t cook without him wanting to help get the ingredients from the fridge (he tries really hard).
My favorite though, is cleaning his cage… Usually cleaning animal cages is a pretty miserable job. Not Finnick. He has to be right in the middle of his mess, getting into his bags of hay, his bag of bedding, and his litter bag.
For a bunny who pretends to be all tough, he is really just a small child. And he’s growing up so fast… He’s already 8 weeks old, and getting so big. :’)