Piper Doe and I are experiencing similar symphonic intestinal woes. I stop to pet her and can’t tell which of us has gurgled. Maybe our flora are communicating?
This morning the Doe flopped right next to my feet as I stood st the sink doing the dishes. She often stretches out, but I hadn’t seen her flop up until now. I feel honored. She’s also stopped buting me (for the most part) and has learned to attack me with kisses. This is the most lovingest of rabbits ever. Such a charmer, this doe.