Hello. It’s Belinda.
So, about a month ago I squeezed behind the dryer. Just to see what was back there.
About 10 minutes later I ran past my roommate and she said stop.
“Look at your whiskers. Were you behind the dryer?”
She made me stand still while she pulled all the cobwebs off my head. I wanted to see what it looked like but she was too fast.
But it got me thinking—about Halloween. What I could do for a costume.
To tell the truth, I’ve never cared much for the whole thing. People wandering around dressed like bats and such. Jumping out from behind furniture. Strangers knocking all night long, demanding treats. Whose treats?
But that was then. Now that I’m a spokesrabbit, I assume I’m required to work the door.
Not sure what to hand out but the pear blueberry healthy snackers are off the menu. Same for the apple healthy snackers and the rest.
And I shouldn’t even have to say it but the fancy fruited pine cone chews are for date night, not for passing out to the general public.
The reality is, most of the treats that Josh sent to me for my adoptaversary last month are gone, thanks to my roommate’s “trick” of giving them to every rabbit in the house. Don’t mind sharing with my boyfriend and his companion. But the English rabbit on the top floor doesn’t need any treats in my opinion.
Anyway, there’s plenty of alfalfa, since I’m not allowed to touch it. So we will probably just stuff a few handfuls into fun-size bags.
The bigger pickle has been the costume. But I think I have it figured out, even if others aren’t fans.
About a week after the cobweb incident, my agent groomed me. I held extra still and when some of the fur floated onto my head, I left it there.
Costume accomplished. I’m a Lionhead.
First chance I got, I ran and stood outside my boyfriend’s pen. He was sleeping.
“Boo!” I said.
He opened his eyes and stared at me. He looked at me for the longest time, like he didn’t know what to say.
I started to wonder if I’d gone too far. If he had the dates mixed up and thought a strange Lionhead had snuck in the door during Trick or Treat.
“It’s me,” I said.
“Belinda?”
“Yes.”
“You’d better stop going behind the dryer.”
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
