Bunny Lovin'

I don’t want to make this awkward, but I may as well be open: RP and I have been trying to have a bunny.

After the wild success of Albert The Unidentified Plant (success meaning that RP remembers to water it at least twice a month), we’ve decided to move onto something that needs to be acknowledged at least twice as often.

That’s why we’re getting a bunny. Truth be told, it was RP’s idea, but that’s probably because he assumed that having an actual bunny may keep me from referring to him as “bunny.”

His assumptions are wildly incorrect.

Nonetheless, the last few weekends have found us casually bunny-shopping (not to be confused with bunny hopping). On one particular Saturday afternoon in San Diego (where all true love stories begin), we met Suli.

It was love at first hop.

It took us a week of careful reasoning to determine whether we had the mental and emotional capacity to bring another mammal into our family (and whether that mammal would live inside or in the shed – the jury’s still out, RP).

But last Saturday, two brave Prices drove back to San Diego to adopt their very own rabbit.

That’s when we noticed something strange in little Suli’s eye. We suspected it may be a cataract.

Besides the obvious questions of age and health, cataracts can be uber creepy. And lest I snap and go all Tell-Tale Heart on our newest addition, we decided to have this little Silver Marten checked out by a vet.

RP is just worried sick about her. In fact, when they first confirmed the diagnosis, he hung up the phone and said,

“You didn’t pray hard enough.”

But alas, all is not lost. There may still be treatment for our little long-eared fur ball. And now we play the waiting game (bunny edition).

So, this holiday season, please think of this little lonely Price duo, struggling through the emotional turmoil of adoption – and send some love and good bunny karma our way.

Even through his own emotional roller coaster, RP was supportive enough to bring me new-bunny flowers.