The Kangaroo Behind the Couch

Meet Roo.

We named her Roo as in Kangaroo, because that's what she looks like in profile, and because, well, Roo is a big girl. She is about the size of a baby kangaroo, about 8+ pounds. She looks and acts like a fluffy combination of a baby bear, a puppy, and a rabbit.

This is what happens when we swing by the Dumb Friends League "just to look and see if they have bunnies." Massive eye roll.

Roo is a year old and she is a stray. Well, she was a stray. She is very at home now. We figure that she either wasn't a stray for very long, or she was handled well as a baby, because she is very social. This means she's used to people, used to being handled and talked to.

She is every bit as fat and fluffy as she looks from these pics. And she's a handful. Literally. Roo is not a delicate flower. She is all up in our business and we figure it's just a matter of time until she hops up and joins us on the couch.

Last night G was laying on the floor while I was binge watching my way through the latest season of House of Cards (it's out on Netflix!) and she was hopping all over him. She was all over his face and his neck, and he was laughing so hard I couldn't help myself. I joined in. For a while all three of us were giggling and wrestling on the floor. Let me tell you how long it's been since we've done that.

Years, people. Years.

Roo's favorite activity is eating. She is what they call a resource hog - she'll eat and eat and eat until all her food is gone. Then she'll try the ol' poor me, poor lil bunny routine in order to get more food. These bunny parents weren't born yesterday, though, so that trick doesn't work on us.

They said she likes fresh fruits and veggies very much, particularly leafy lettuce, so we're going to give her a couple of weeks to settle in to a healthy routine, then we'll reward her every now and then. I caught her looking side long at G's pizza last night, though.

Things are starting to liven up over here at dawrighthouse. Did you wonder if - ok, when - we were going to get another bunny? For the record, the last week is the longest we've ever gone between buns. Loo Loo's last days really threw us for a loop (<--- see what I did there?) and she was a tough little girl to get over. Not that we're over her. She was, and is, sorely missed.

But other bun buns need good homes and good parents, too.

And now we're stuck with Roo.