“Spring’s around the corner and I’ve started molting. How do you like my self-grown hair peplum skirt. Very stylish for a French lop, n’est pas?” Sage blinks with her long lashes.
Sage came to us two months ago when her former owner blossomed into his teens. Video games and teenage girls came to supersede a year-old rabbit, I get it. First thing, we removed sugary snacks from her diet. She now eats so much hay her nickname is mini-horse. When she stands on her back legs hoping for carrot tops or red lettuce, Sage could be mistaken for a prairie dog with extra-long ears.