I'm overly sentimental about my rabbits. That's probably true for plenty of us when it comes to our pets, but for lots of people the definition of *pet* doesn't extend far enough to include rabbits. I figure that's only because they haven't had the chance to fall under the spell of a long-eared companion yet. Lots of people don't *get* how or why you'd keep a rabbit in the house, or keep a rabbit as a pet at all. Sure, they get into trouble and you have to mind their teeth on your furniture and electrical cords, but that's easy enough to do. Having a house rabbit is a lot like living with a puppy that never grows up; there's occasional puddles and they'll chew the laces right off your sneakers if you leave them under the coffee table, but what's not to love about the exuberance of a puppy, despite the havoc they cause?
Not all rabbits are so loveable, depending on their breed or temperament. Some have been abused or mishandled or ignored and never really get over it, but we love them despite the huge chip they carry on their shoulders. Often these are the ones who appreciate the chance at a new lifestyle the most, even if they won't show it. They box and lunge and try to bite, but they dance while they think you're not looking. They pretend to be ferocious even as they melt beneath a kind hand that touches them with love.
Mr. Bean, in the photo above, was loveable from the start and remained so for all of his short life. He was the first of my rabbits that I fell totally in love with and I still think of him and the ways he endeared himself to my husband and I. He's still safe in my heart all these years later.