There are days that are busy beyond belief; days when there are not enough minutes in the hour, not enough hours to go around. Chip does not like these days and neither do I. I like productive days, days when I feel satisfied and content that I’ve accomplished something but still have time to breathe. These are the days when Chip spends his mornings contentedly lounging in the morning sun that streams through the back door. If I am fortunate enough to have time to spend in the garden, he’ll roost in this spot, watching me weed & water, prune & putter. His nose is a study in perpetual motion as he drinks in the the delicious aromas of rosemary, basil, scented geranium, lemon verbena to name a few that I can actually smell, and most likely many scents we cannot even imagine. Occasionally he’ll even come out for a well-supervised romp to inspect said herbs. For those of you who contend with wild rabbits eating their way through your garden, you’ll know what I mean when I say “well-supervised”. It would take Chip no time at all to eat through the herb pots on the back porch, or nibble every carrot top in the veggie bed.
All in all though, in spite of those days when Chip cannot enjoy free reign in the family room & kitchen, life is pretty good for this little guy with a big personality. He has a double-decker hutch in the family room, with an access door that is more often open than not, fresh veggies, hay and rabbit chow and human companions that live at his beck & call. Some say he is spoiled. I like to think of him as “overly indulged”. How could one possibly "spoil" a rabbit like Chip?
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