Hello. It's Belinda.
This "intro" is tricky. I don’t want anybody to think I’m bragging because I’m not.
The fact is, I have a lot of snacks in my stash.
Some of it thanks to Josh from the warehouse. He's always surprising me with herbal mixes and loops.
I'm also stocked up because of my job. I have to write reviews for treats and toys. Just to give my opinion and write reports.
Even if it’s fun it’s still work. I have to be professional.
But no matter how many boxes of hay are on the shelf I still worry I'm going to run out. "It's a rabbit thing."
So when my roommate started to panic about the big storm on Sunday, I got worked up too.
I was walking into the kitchen when she broke the news.
"We're going to get a foot of snow, Belinda! We might be stuck here for days."
She stood in front of the open refrigerator, looking inside.
I walked around so I could look inside too. My roommate was blocking my view.
"Time to take inventory, Belinda."
She opened the crisper drawers. That's where she keeps the romaine and cilantro. Also the parsley and dandelion.
I'm too short to see inside. It would be nice if she told me we had plenty of salad items. What with the storm coming.
Then she opened the freezer door. I could see seven loaves of bread stacked inside. I don't care for bread but roommates like it.
"OK, big white bunny," she said, closing both doors. "I'm off to the store."
After she left I kept thinking about the crisper drawers. Wondering if they were empty.
I worked on a corner of the dining room carpet for a bit, just to settle my nerves. It didn't help.
You might be thinking I have plenty of hay and treats on the bottom floor. Enough for a blizzard. And you would be right.
But I like my salads. And you can't keep romaine and endive in your stash "for a rainy day." Ask me how I know.
Finally I heard the key in the front door. My roommate walked inside. She had four bags hanging from her arm.
"The store was a madhouse!" She walked straight to the kitchen.
I followed and watched her unload the groceries.
Three bags of tortilla chips.
Four cans of soup.
A big carton of juice.
Two boxes of macaroni.
A loaf of bread.
Two jars of salsa.
Boxes and crinkly bags and tins and tubs.
I stood in the doorway. I watched her put the groceries into the refrigerator and cabinets.
"There! Now we can just enjoy the snow."
I wasn't going to enjoy anything without a salad.
I'm sorry to sound so greedy but I have a routine.
I was just about to thump when I noticed my roommate get a funny look on her face. Like when she loses her keys.
She walked out of the kitchen. I heard the front door.
A few minutes later she was back with more bags.
"I would forget my head if it wasn't attached," she said.
She dropped the bags on the counter beside the sink. She pulled out a romaine leaf and rinsed it before she handed it to me.
I didn't eat it right away. I carried it downstairs to the bottom level and split it with Little Fang.
There was plenty so I could share.
Did you have bad weather this week? If so, I hope you and yours stayed safe.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select