Hello. It's Belinda.
Some of you have been asking about the week I spent in Little Fang's pen.
But first I have to ask you something.
"Do you live with a rabbit?"
If so you are "familiar" with nagging.
I do it. Follow my roommate around when I want salad or a loop.
And rabbits nag each other too. "Some more than others."
I think you know who I'm talking about. My boyfriend's companion. Also known as "Little Fang."
Once she gets something into her head, forget it. It's all she talks about.
And that's exactly what happened when I "crashed" in her pen for a few days. She wouldn't stop asking questions about my new office.
It all started with the co-blog I did with the boss. Mr. Gordon.
Out of nowhere, right in the middle of my blog, he told me I would be working at an ad agency.
I don't remember what I said after that. Something professional.
But here's what I was thinking.
What else was I supposed to do. I'm a rabbit.
So after I turned in that co-blog I ran straight to Little Fang's pen.
I grabbed onto one of the bars and pulled. I didn't have a plan. It was all instinct.
Little Fang squeezed out of her sleeping box and stared at me.
The metal made a big racket. I worried my roommate would hear and rush downstairs. But I got lucky.
I guess my roommate forgot to lock up when she tidied the pee pads that morning. Because the pen slid right open.
I made a beeline to Little Fang's sleeping box.
"You don't know where I am," I said.
As soon as I was inside the box I felt better. It was too small and full of hay crumbs but I didn't care.
Five minutes later it started.
Why are you hiding in my sleeping box?
They want me to work at an ad agency.
Why?
I don't know.
Where is the ad agency?
I don't know.
Do they have snacks at ad agencies?
I don't know.
You get the idea. This went on day and night. Worse than usual.
When she took her naps it was perfect. I just relaxed in her pen. Helped me to collect my thoughts if you know what I mean.
And if you're wondering if I chased her, the answer is no. It was the least I could do.
My roommate pretended she didn't see me in the sleeping box. But she put double salads in the pen. Extra water and hay too. She knew.
Anyway now I'm caught up. As soon as I know more about my office at the ad agency I'll let you know.
My roommate says I'll "love it." Come on.
That's what she said when she turned my old office into a storage closet.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com
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