im lovin.

there's a party always going on in my house. sometimes, its the pets.

this is twister. once, i tried to say puppy in an english accent, but it came out as poopy.

the nickname stuck, so now i call him poo. (he still loves me)

this is a real rabbit. he is fifteen pounds. his name is buster.

the many faces of poo <3 

sick as a dog.

Twister is sick. I called the vet (conveniently happens to be the father of children I babysit).  He says I can call anytime tonight if I Twister's mood changes. I might be taking him.  Yes, it is 11:52.  I have never seen him this way. He can barely move; when I put him down he just slightly falls/lays down.  And he can barely open his right eye. 

I found him in the luv sac.  He wouldn't move for anything. 

I made him a bed, and then I remembered that I forgot to leave space for myself, oh well. 

I love him so much, equally as a sibling infact.. mostly because he doesn't talk back ;)

info to follow.