Let me introduce you to Gregory. He’s the best part of my life. I adopted him from the House Rabbit Society (HRS) in November 2002. Since then, he has damaged four dinner bowls (one he ate while I was writing this), a water bowl, four litter boxes, cases for a laptop and a camera, two pairs of shoes, tubing for an aquarium, various power cords, a quilt, a blanket from South Korea, towels, sheets, assorted clothing, many college essays and a landline phone cord (mid-conversation, long distance, on my birthday). The phrase “You’re just lucky I love you” sometimes has rather significant meaning with my dear Gregory. Now why, after all that, would I say he’s the best part of my life? Mostly because Mini Lops are simple. They run on their own mantra, completely indifferent to the rest of the world — eat, play, love. However simple that may seem, Mini Lops are in no way simple-minded. And yet, my Mini Lop doesn’t know he’s supposed to be a rabbit.
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