I'm glad you guys liked the pictures! :biggrin2: You know, Cinnabun would have let me put him on the scale with no problem, either. And he was pretty darn hard to handle when we got him. He calmed down with lots of patience and attention, but it took a while. Maybe I'm just lucky and got bunners that are laid back and don't mind being handled like that? Based on the pictures Jesse has sent of Monroe (by the way, we're leaning towards Meriwether for his first name, possibly Mattie or Mathie as a nickname), I get the feeling he'd be okay with going on the scale, too. She has a couple of pictures of him sitting like that cupped in her hands and him lying on his back in her arms.
Something sad happened last night
Since Rory's been acting less aggressively towards Tallulah, I thought I'd sit on the floor with her on my lap while Rory was out. We've done this before, but with me holding Tallulah up by my chest. He immediately came over to investigate. He didn't try to sniff her and wasn't acting aggressive. We just sat there for a couple minutes while I petted them both and told Rory what a good boy he is. Then, out of nowhere, he lunged at her! With one hand I was dragging her up my chest away from him, but he still bit her back. When he latched onto her, I told him "NO!" and with the other hand pushed him back. Quite gently of course, I wasn't mad at him, I was doing it to get him away from her and so he'd let go. He let go, growled, and lunged again, except this time I think he was going to bite ME! I put my hand on his side/back to stop him from getting closer (gently again, I would never hit him), said "NO!" and he did.
Then I got up and retreated with Tallulah to the couch. She didn't seem to be in pain and we couldn't find a wound, but a giant cotton ball sized ball of fluff fell out of her fur. Poor girl! I also felt really guilty about Rory, I know I didn't hurt him and I did not push him forcefully at all. I would have done the exact same thing if I'd been holding him and a bigger bunny tried to lunge at him. It was my instinct to protect Tallulah since she was the one under attack. I don't love her more than him, and I hope he doesn't think that! A few minutes later, I put Tallulah back in her cage, found Rory, petted him for a little bit and then picked him up and held him like a baby for a while, talking to him and petting him and kissing him. So he seems to have forgiven me at least, what do you think?
I had a really bad and weird dream last night, too. I dreamed I was looking out my kitchen window and saw Big Foot prints in the snow! Then I went to go make sure the front door was locked, looked out the window near the door and Big Foot was staring in at me. He busted in the window and climbed into the apartment. I thought he was going to kill me, but he told me he wasn't (he was VERY eloquent!), he knew I had three bunnies (Monroe was home) and he was going to eat THEM! And then sexually assault me. I told him I would NOT allow him to eat my rabbits and he must leave right now. We argued for a while and I tried repeatedly to call 911, but they kept putting me on hold and were no help. I decided I had to leave and find someone to help me get the police. I begged him not to eat the bunnies, but he told me he was going to and asked me which one he should eat first. I couldn't pick between my bunnies, but I asked him (and this sounds horrible, but dreams are really weird) if he would eat the rats first, thinking I would have more time to get back with the cops and save the bunnies. With that, I ran from the house and passed lots of people and screamed for them to help me. They all ignored me or thought I was drunk (?). I was very distraught and eventually ran to the police station, where the people were moving soooo slowly and didn't seem to care. I insisted they had to come right away, Big Foot broke into my house and was eating my pets. The fact that Big Foot was in my house didn't surprise them, but they said they couldn't go to my house because they didn't have any record of it existing. Oh and my house was built by Hitler. Disregarding the Hitler part, I told them I knew how to get to my house and it was close by and if they'd just follow me... They wouldn't. Then I woke up crying because my ratties were probably dead by then and Big Foot might have already eaten the bunnies. What a weird and disturbing dream! I'm so glad the ratties and bunnies are okay!