Hello. It’s Belinda.
Well, my first week as spokesrabbit for Small Pet Select was full of surprises.
First of all, I have an office and my name is on the door. I guess people are supposed to knock before they come in.
So I spent a lot of time napping under the desk with the door closed and no one said boo.
Also, I wasn’t sure what to wear. I like to come as I am. Turns out that’s fine too.
But what really got me is the comments on Facebook and the emails people sent. Everyone has been so friendly! After a few days, I started to feel I can actually do this job. I hope that doesn’t sound like bragging.
Because to be honest I still have some doubts and there is one reason and it’s a big one.
I’m afraid I’m not cute enough.
I probably shouldn’t admit this during my first week on the job, but every now and then I wish I could be a Lionhead.
Look at the Top 10 Cuties email. What do you see?
Lionhead, Lionhead, Lionhead.
My roommate has never sent my photo to Jessica for that email. I hate to let my mind run away like this but all I can think is my hair is too flat.
This all started back when I was at the shelter. Everything was pretty good there and then one afternoon something happened that I will never forget.
I was in my cage relaxing with some timothy. Two humans came into the room and they were looking into the cages.
After a bit, the woman appeared in front of mine. “Oh look, Jim, a New Zealand White,” she said.
I had to stop chewing to make sure I heard that correctly.
New Zealand?
“Jim” turned his head and saw me and the first thing he did was laugh.
“She’s bigger than my dog!” he said.
Then they moved across the room to Sophia, a Lionhead. They told her she was the cutest thing they had ever seen. They opened the cage even though you aren’t supposed to and the woman took photos of Sophia with her phone.
The next day, the woman came back and adopted Sophia. I was happy for her but I started to worry that I was too big. That maybe I should be in the part of the shelter where they keep the dogs.
Or that maybe I should try to look more like a Lionhead and less like a dog from New Zealand. Because if you go to the shelter to adopt a rabbit, do you expect to see a totally different species from halfway around the world in the rabbit room? No, you don’t.
Except if you are my roommate. She showed up one day and said I was exactly what she was hoping to find.
I mostly forgot all about this Lionhead business until this week. The new job and all the attention. “Bury once, dig up twice,” as they say.
The good news is my boyfriend doesn’t care. He’s always pushing his face through the exercise pen bars and telling me how nice I smell. I wake up sometimes and his chin is on my shoulder because he jumped the pen and he’s chattering in his sleep.
That is better than getting into the Top 10 Cuties but sometimes I still wish my hair had more body.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
