I woke up at 8 AM that day, so filled with excitement that I could barely believe what was about to happen: I was getting a bunny. I danced through the morning and after breakfast, I headed down to the basement to check on my future bunny’s pen. We had set her up in a puppy playpen and placed toys, food bowls, and more on the bright blue fleece bedding. Then I grabbed her carrier and my brother, dad, and I got it ready to hold the bunny. By then, it was around 9:30 so we got ready to leave, since my dad and I had to be there by 12 to pick up the bunny from the breeder.
We got into the car with the carrier and I could hardly contain my eagerness. The drive would take about two hours, since we were going to a special place to get the rabbit. All the shelters in my area didn’t have good rabbits (they needed special care and weren’t what we were looking for). So we found a good reputable breeder who lived fairly close and decided to go with that. All of this made the trip special, since this wasn’t just any bunny we were picking up. After two hours and a bit of trouble finding the house, we finally made it to the breeder’s front door.
She opened the door and led us down a set of stairs to her bunny room. The pink walls were covered in stacked and tidy hutches where bunnies hopped around in their big space to greet us. The rug was pink as well, and there was a fish tank in the back with a goldfish lazily swimming around. On top of the rug, a blanket had been laid out, and a pen surrounded it. Inside, a bunny sat, shy and timid. I was in complete awe. She was so tiny, and looked exactly like a stuffed animal. There were light orange markings around her face and on her back, and as she lifted her head to see us, I saw her big black eyes and I inwardly screamed in adoration. I had to remind myself to keep walking toward the chair the breeder had pulled out for me. She began speaking to us about the bunny and how to take care of her. She handed my dad a care sheet and bag with a little bit of food. Then, she turned toward the bunny, bent down, and swept her up. She then showed me how to hold her and then let me try it. I held her the way I’d been showed, and I honestly couldn’t believe how small and soft she was. It was so cool as she slowly got accustomed to me, and then too accustomed as she started chewing at my jacket zipper. Then I placed her gently in the carrier. The breeder asked me if we had a name yet. I told her what we’d been planning: Bubbles. Then we left, and we put the bunny right next to me in the middle seat and drove home.
On the way there, we stopped for hot chocolate since it was a cold day and there was still an hour left. My dad went inside to go get it so I could keep an eye on our bunny. I opened the top of her carrier-- a small door that allowed her to peek out but not get out. She was immediately up on her hind legs to inspect the area. She let me pet her and even tried to get out, at once showing me she was both mischievous and brave. Soon my dad came back, and so I closed the carrier and we drove the rest of the way back.
Finally, we arrived. It was raining, so I ran in (I didn’t have a hood) while my dad brought her inside. My brother was eager to bring her downstairs, and once he did, we lifted her out of the carrier and set her down in the pen. She at once explored all her “furniture”, sniffing and nudging around. My brother and I stayed downstairs with her for a while and watched her. We decided Bubbles wouldn’t be her name. We called her Cookie, since her markings were the color of a cookie. We were elated-- Cookie was something we’d been waiting for for so long, and she was finally here. That day couldn’t have gone better.