Hopscotch was an adolescent when we adopted him from the Rabbit Shelter, and he had adolescent energy, zipping around the house at Indy 500 speeds. Extremely curious, he had to explore, map, and chart every nook and cranny of our house; we called him our "Little Furry Magellan." He obviously relished the exploration process so much that I created
arrangements of boxes, tunnels and bridges for him, and, to keep it interesting, I rearranged the pattern often. As he grew older, he matured into an earnest and gentlemanly rabbit, cooperative and cuddly, perfect about his litter box, happy to be held or to sit on the couch with us. Alas, he died too young, just short of seven, of congestive heart failure.
He was a sweet, dear bun, and we miss him still. Elaine and Don Moser