NakedBunnies

They love their new BunnyHouse so much. Despite they have more space to jump around and they can even go out when the weather is good (no rain, no storm) their wool stays in fit. I don't brush them daily. Just shortly twice in a week if they are in long wool. More than grooming I concentrate on keeping the bed clean.

We had shearing weekend. Now they all are in short wool. Eek! NakedBunnies around! (They L O V E their new short wool cut.)

It is about +7 - +14 Celsius degrees in the BunnyHouse and outside about +5. They really do not get cold. They are used to these weathers.

I cut the wool of for the summer so that they have just 1cm wool left. They live in the arctic so they know this is just about the summer indeed!

The wool was shorter in this time than on the last February because the cycle of the year influences on the wool growth. Last time we cut the wool of before 3 moths cycle was full and they all had grown 10-12cm long wool. Now it was just boring 9-11cm. But that is how it all goes. They grow it as much as they need, not as much as I desire. Still I thank them all for it what they reached. I know it is more than enough as the required minimum lenght is 7cm.

Viola in her new summer look.

Sandy is now 12 weeks old. Still such a baby. But because she is Continental Giant she is now as big as Aunt Lulu who still thinks she is her baby. This is how they make SandySandwich! And she loves it of course!

Also MrGynter had his HairCutDay. He is always so patient and serene. On the begin he was the most difficult case. Now he is the easiest one. His wool type is the worst but everything is forgiven because these private moments with him are so relaxing and expected. If he could choose he'd be Miniature Lop. He hates mosquitos is his ears. He feels better in short wool. He loves to be cuddled. He loves to be carried around with you; in his basket. He do enjoys his life; is happy and healthy. But if he only could choose...

And the magic word is... o a t s ! I never have any difficulties to get them in. Just a whisper o a t s can make them hurry up. Or if they think I am going to take down the o a t s bucket. It is just a rare delicacy they get when I need to make them come to me.