I walked into the pet store for a few new saltwater fish for my tank at work and somehow found myself asking about the feeding and life expectancy of the little bunny I was holding in my arms. I have NEVER wanted a bunny, but I hate cats too and Belle is the love of my life. Somewhere between the tortoise boxes and the hamster cages, my biological clock decided for me that I didn’t just want this little bunny, but I NEEDED it.
So there I was in my usual form, reaching for toys and bowls and the best of the best vitamins thinking at the checkout which pet store I could go to next.
I went to three pet stores that afternoon and got Bungy everything that she could ever want along with numerous accessories that are held conveniently in her little pink purse with pearl strung handle.
I wonder if my pets know that they won the Lottery of owners
