I find people telling me not to do things very inspiring.
My parents told me they didn’t think I was cut out for journalist, so I did work experience at The Newcastle Star.
The Newcastle Star told me they didn’t think I was cut out for journalist, so I got a cadetship at The Newcastle Herald.
The Newcastle Herald told me I had to remain a cadet until I learned shorthand, so I got a job on a magazine in Sydney.
It was generally agreed that I had neither the personality or the dress sense for success in the magazine world, so I became the editor of Woman’s Day.
My boyfriend refused to buy a house with me, so I bought one on my own.
My Husband said he didn’t think I could go a month without alcohol, so I launched into Oct-sober.
Being told I can’t do something makes me very determined. I want to prove people wrong. I want to show then that I CAN do it. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be working in the case of Oct-sober, but it’s generally been a really good motivator.
When I prattled on WordPress (see I need a cuddle) and Twitter about wanting a bunny and was sent various delicious-sounding recipe suggestions for rabbit, my I’ll-show-you gene kicked in. It rose sharply to the challenge when my friend Sam saying: “The only good use for a rabbit is a slow-braised one with a bit of celeriac puree” and Meggsie adding: “Bunnies are food not friends!”
So I bought Frodo (above) yesterday.
I didn’t exactly meant to buy Frodo yesterday. I was waiting for a delivery of nine baby Rex bunnies at my local pet shop. They were due Thursday but didn’t arrive. No sign of them yesterday either. The Sprogs begged to see the available juvenile bunnies at the pet shop, just for a pat. I thought it was a good opportunity to show them what more mature Rex bunnies look like.
They fell in love with Frodo instead, who is a mongrel. Part dwarf, part something or other else. Being a mongrel made him a bit of a bargain. I used the rest of the money to buy plastic castle for him to hide in, a salt lick, a wooden apple to chew, straw, lucerne, bunny food, worming formula and a drink bottle.
Frodo is very friendly, not at all shy like I expected a bunny to be.
I didn’t mean to buy a boy bunny (either). One of the school mums had informed me that her neighbour has two boy bunnies and the whole lower half of her glass sliding doors is permanently opaque because the bunnies … er … spoof all over it. When I mentioned this to the shop assistant at the pet store, she informed me that the female bunnies … er … menstruate every month.
I stood there and pondered spoof vs discharge and choose spoof.
He is sooooooooooo cute.
Frodo appears to be toilet trained. He spent all last night hopping around our family room, returning to his cage when he needed to poop. No signs of spoof on the French doors yet. He’s probably just at the wet-dream stage of his development.
I am in love. Excuse me while I go and cuddle him again …