King('s Day) Ragnar

 He did spend an hour or so trippling around the house panting nervously but he eventually settled down for a snooze and he seems to have decided he'll be ok here. I also have to do something about his exiting technique from the van as atm it's a bit too explosive to be safe but I'm sure I'll get it sorted once he gets used to how it all works and I make some adjustments to suit him better.

The explosive van exits were probably partly my fault. He was so keen to get out and about in the world that he just pushed right past me and, as I wasn't expecting it I was too late to correct him and keep him in till I was ready for him. Luckily the first one was on the deserted beach at the end of the road that I drove to before going back to our house precisely so that he could expend some of the pent up nervousness of being in a strange van for an hour with a new human. The second one was in our garden, when I was slightly more prepared but still not fully in command of the situation. I now know him a bit better and am pretty sure I can get him to sit and wait before getting out. I certainly won't be going to any unknown places with him till both of us have mastered the safety procedures.

The Ragnar has landed

 

His colour is officially blue, which means a charcoal grey colour, though when the sun shines on him there's a tinge of brown shining through. A bit like a giant Weimeraner. I think he'll soon settle here. We're both fair exhausted with all the newness of the situation but I think we'll quickly establish a routine.

Dan maar een kleintje...

 

To Bun or not to Bun

 

Well I made my first tentative steps into Bunny World today.
It's a rescue place staffed mostly by volunteers with various mild learning difficulties.
The woman who took me out the back to show me the rabbits made it very clear that her speciality was guinea pigs. I think one of the buns must have heard her because he promptly bit her finger when she lifted him out of his hutch. Tssk.
Not that I was holding this against him but I did actually prefer the look of the first pair she'd shown me. Both quite sizable beasts (not giant but not tiny either.) One was the colour of what I can only describe as Natural Rabbit Colour, the other a darker solid grey. Flop-eared. Ticking quite a lot of boxes as far as their looks and my preferences went. But...

There's something about them that doesn't quite click with me. I think I prefer my pets to be more... domesticated? They have such bland faces. They don't look you in the eye and communicate with you like a dog does. They're not interested in humans. I feel it would be like having a wild animal in the house. I'm not sure I'd feel totally comfortable with the idea. And yes I do realise it would take time to earn their trust. I do enjoy Giddy's tales of binkying bunnies but I'm not convinced they're right for me. I'd also worry about tripping over them. They seem so... unpredictable somehow.

I left (after a tour of the guineapig flat ;-) saying I would have to think about it some more and thanking them for their time.
It's pretty much a paradise for the animals there. They do sell them on sometimes/eventually but many of them have been there for years and are all very well housed and cared for. I think if I'd thought they really 'needed' rehomed I might have felt differently...

Burns' Day

 

Old Cheese Old dog

 

Planet Angus?