Bunny Show!

September 11th, 1999: I'm a Show Bunny! A real Show Bunny! How exciting. Well, some of it was exciting, some of it was kind of boring, and there were a couple parts I really didn't like much at all. Want to hear all about it? Okay, I'll tell you!

(Me at 6 months old)

MommaGayle got me up early in the morning and put me in the carrier. I'm used to that. It's a cat carrier and it sits open in my playroom all the time. It's my special safe cave. The dogs have to go through my playroom when they go outside and in, so when I'm out playing and MommaGayle says, "Mavvy, predator alert!" I run into the carrier and she closes the door to let the dogs through. So it was nothing strange to get in the carrier, but when we went in the car, that was a surprise! We went to a big place outside, with a huge covered building, and my breeder was there ... and lots and lots and lots and lots ... of RABBITS! Bunnies just like me. And lots of bunnies nothing at ALL like me! I didn't know there were so many bunnies in the world. And my very own daddy and grandpa were there, too. And then after we got there something not so nice happened. In order to be shown I had to have my ear tattooed. I Did Not Like That Part. Tattoos pinch. Ouch. MommyGayle says that she's sorry that was done to me -- and it will never happen again. I was okay in a few minutes, though, and the ouch went away fast. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Sometimes I waited in MommaGayle or Jessie's lap, sometimes they carried me around to see all the strange sights and smell the strange smells, sometimes I napped in my carrier or nibbled hay. There was a lot of waiting, because the Dwarfs were judged last. And there are a LOT of rabbits at a rabbit show! Then finally it was My Turn! Me, Mavvy! They called for Netherland Dwarf Himalayan Senior Does, and MommaGayle rushed me up to the judge's table. She put me in a little wooden box on the table, and there were other bunnies just like me there, too, in boxes on both sides of me. One bunny kept leaving her box and running around on the table, but I was a little too scared to do that. Then the man, the judge, took me out of my box. He put me in front of him and scrunched me (MommaGayle tried to teach me to sit pretty by telling me to "scrunch", but I'm not very good at that). The judge-man was good about it, though, and helped me out a little. Then he picked me up and turned me on my back (I Don't Like to be turned on my back and I tried to kick him, but he knew just how to hold me so I couldn't). He poked me a little, very gently, and looked at my teeth and toenails and then put me back down. Well, I was mad at him for turning me on my back, so I tried to run away from him. He pulled me back and I tried to run again. Then he put me in a different box and went on to the next bunny. When the judge was done looking at all the Does, he took us all back out, and read our ear tattoos, and placed us. I got fourth place! I guess the judge didn't mind that I tried to run away from him. He told the spectators (MommaGayle said that is a word that means the people who were watching us) that my ears are a little too long and my head is a little too pointy and my shoulders are a little too low. But I have an Excellent Rear! So I got fourth place because I have cute buns! Whooppeeeee, I think that's cool! MommaGayle and Jessie and Devon and I did have fun, and Jessie says she might want to show me again. That will be okay, I guess. As long as I don't have to get tattooed again! Previous Page 3/28/99 First Page 3/6/99