Obviously, Tiny's Mom is because of Tiny. He wasmy first rabbit other than my childhood rabbits I had (and I did somany things wrong with them).
When we were on our way to pick up Tiny - all I knew was that thebreeder had a black buck that I could buy. I had done my research andwas searching for a flemish giant as I wanted a rabbit that would bebig enough to not be intimidated by the cats (wish I'd known aboutlionheads..ha ha...no intimidation there).
All the way up (2 hour drive) I played with names that went with black. Jack. Magic. Stuff like that.
But our family is known for our dry sense of humor (Art still wants toknow what drinking has to do with it). Somehow - the name "Tiny" justseemed appropriate. So what if he was 12 weeks old and something like 6pounds (maybe 4? I don't remember for sure but I think he was close to6 pounds). Tiny was the perfect name for him.
To this day, I love the name. We'll be showing folks our lionheads andthen say, "Would you like to see Tiny, our rabbit?" Of course theywould...so Art goes in and catches him (Tiny hates it and if he hearsvoices on the front porch he sometimes hides)...and Art comes out withthis 17 pound rabbit named "Tiny".
Either they're fascinated by him and want to pet him (and ask if any ofthe lionhead babies are his...)...or they are like, "oh no...will hebite me?"
Tiny is two years old now and I pray he lives almost forever...becausethey day he crosses the bridge...I don't know who I'll be anymore andmay have to change my name....
Maybe I'll be "BunMother"?
Peg