what...why...?
Seriously. Fiona this morning freaked OUT 'cause momma dared to move her model horses. Granted, one reason I did that today is that I probably haven't dusted said ponies since before Fi even moved in....
Thing is, she was a house rabbit at her old house, too. And yet my dusting made her stand up and thump--that's at the same time, which is rather impressive. (She also freaked out the first time I brought black trash bags up to clean cages. She's used to that now...but it's not like I'm going to dust the horses every week like I clean cages. Maybe she'll get used to it when I do the other four shelves this afternoon....)
The best part, though? Libby and Pinny didn't even care. They didn't react at ALL to her thumping. See, Fi, even a BLIND rabbit knows you're off your rocker! :P
Thing is, she was a house rabbit at her old house, too. And yet my dusting made her stand up and thump--that's at the same time, which is rather impressive. (She also freaked out the first time I brought black trash bags up to clean cages. She's used to that now...but it's not like I'm going to dust the horses every week like I clean cages. Maybe she'll get used to it when I do the other four shelves this afternoon....)
The best part, though? Libby and Pinny didn't even care. They didn't react at ALL to her thumping. See, Fi, even a BLIND rabbit knows you're off your rocker! :P