Since Jaion’s been asking…

I’ve decided to do another “things besides people perspective story”, as I call it for now.

Sebastian lives in a wonderful, roomy, airy home. He has four loving family members: The one who picks him up and swings him around but never drops him, the one who always gives him treats whenever he begs, the one who really wants to pick him up but respects the fact that Sebastian can only be picked up a certain way and instead pets him really gentle-like, and his big sister, the one who loves him very, very much.

So enough about his loving family members, let’s talk about his home, or rather MANSION!!!!!! Sebastian’s house is grand, and he has a really cool room. He has three floors, one for hiding and going to the bathroom and water for when he’s thirsty, one for munching on yummy food, and one for sleeping, resting, and getting excessively petted by his loving family. But outside his room, FREEDOM!!!!!!

Usually one of his family members opens his room door and lets him out, but sometimes they leave the roof open and from the third floor, Sebastian can jump right out onto FREEDOM! Mostly when Sebastian is in FREEDOM!, he goes to the cold place that opens and is full of good green smells. Usually he knows he’s about to get a treat when he hears big footsteps in front of him, or the opening of the cold place. Another place to get treats is the soft place where he can’t hear his feet on the ground. Then he hears a ruffling noise above him and VOILA! Treats! Again! Except it’s more the crunchy one, not the green ones. And sometimes, Sebastian is plain tired from running around and trying to get the one who loves him very much to pet him (which usually succeeds, a LOT) and he runs up the furry place and into the really warm place to nestle down and rest a bit.

Sometimes, the slidy gate is open and another part of his home is open access to him and he loves to explore. Especially under the bed of the room where the one who loves him very very much usually is sitting with a rectangular thingy in her hands. But then the one who loves him very very much shoos him away and he has to run all the way back down the hall and then the slidy gate closes and he has to stay in that part of his home. Then Sebastian shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his 3-floors room to eat some hay and go to the bathroom.

All in all, it’s a pretty good life.

So, Translation for those who aren’t really synced with my “things besides people perspectives story” speech yet: My cute little black and white dutch bunny, Sebastian, lives in our family room and loves to run around the house. My family and I all spoil him excessively, with multiple treats and chin rubs. Sometimes we forget to close the hall door and Sebastian runs to my room and hides under my bed, probably sniffing new smells and peeing in corners (!), and then I have to shoo him away and he runs back to his cage, safe and sound.