Happy birthday to my favorite little bunny in the world! Brody turns two years old today.

BANANA!!!

Brody the bunny is still alive and well. I know I haven’t been posting about him.

OMGCUTESTPUPPYEVER. My cousins’ dogs had puppies & I WANT THEM. Greetings from the Philippines— I didn’t have the chance to go on tumblr until now. I’ve been taking a few photos that I will eventually post. It’s been a great trip, totally enjoying being around family and having the warmest December I’ve had in a while. Happy holidays, everybody!

Buckingham Palace Ducky. This poor guy lost his other foot. After I took his picture, this little girl squirted water at him. Rude.

I took Brody to the vet yesterday. Nothing was wrong. I thought he had mites but it was just hair loss on one of his legs from a cut that healed. JEEEZ. VET BILLS for no reason, but he did completely break off one of his nails in the clinic (which the nice lady cleaned off for me) and he had a checkup. Alright then.

Stop being cute, Brody. This fluffy thing can be such a distraction…

Bun and his fur. I’m finally home to my Brody after a month of being in Europe. Oh how I’ve missed him! (This photo was taken a while ago- somewhere between the changing of seasons.. that’s when bunnies usually shed their fur for the season. It’s totally important to comb their fur so that they don’t end up getting G.I. Stasis!)

York, England. One of the owls outside Topshop & Marks and Spencer.

Classy bunny is classy.

Au revoir my little furball! About to say goodbye to Brody because I’m flying out to London early tomorrow. I’m gonna miss him, tear.

Sleeping: Brody’s favorite pastime

Dear Brody,

Sorry I am never home anymore. But if it makes you feel better, I only go home to play and take care of you and I guess shower and sleep in between that. You. Are. Too. Adorbs.

Love,

Human mother

A year ago— started snapping photos the first time I saw baby Brody sleep.

Brody isn’t the easter bunny. If you’re a bunny owner you know that buying Petco toys for your pet is a complete waste of money— the best thing to do is improvise. I wanted to see if he would play with the eggs I found at home (he does occasionally chew and move them with his mouth). I don’t really let him out in the grass as much as I’d like to, but when he does get some sun I make sure I’m there to watch (in case some hawk swoops him up to the sky… now that would be really tragic.)

Don’t be fooled. This cat is evil.