Well, she wasn't 'mine' mine, she was more a family pet. Some friends of ours had been given Simba by their nephew who couldn't keep her anymore due to moving to college. So they asked us if we wanted her.
My dad said if one of us could give a biblical answer as to why we should get her within the next 3 seconds, we could get her. My sister immediately shouted "Love all creatures, big and small."
And THAT is exactly who we came to own a bunny :) She was very pretty, but she had a nasty temperament. She would bite you, grunt at you, chase you, etc. But I really liked her. I built a run for her which she dug under the fence and would run through the woods.
One time she was loose in the woods for over 2 weeks! I had trained her to come when she heard me shake her treat container. So, that's normally how we could catch her when she escaped.
These photo's of her were taken at least 6 years ago.
We had her hutch sitting underneath a big tree, where she would get lots of shade. When I built her that run, I fenced around the tree, so she could run around it and eat down all the weeds, which she did and seemed to really enjoy!
She lived outside for the last few years we had her. Before that, she was actually an indoor bunny. She only became an outdoor rabbit, because we found an old hutch on the side of the road for free and we took it home and fixed it up for her. We put new wood, wire, and hinges on it.
When she was inside, she stayed in many different places. For a while her cage was in my room, then the living room, then the hallway, then the basement, then my room again, etc.
We would let her out of her cage quite often to run around the house. Shortly afterwards, she began chewing all the molding. We read somewhere to put hot-sauce on the wood to keep dissuade her from eating it. However, she ended up really liking hot-sauce.
Then we tried training her she couldn't eat the molding and/or cabinets. Every time she would chew on something she wasn't supposed to, we would shoot her with a water gun. She didn't care one bit.
She knew how to climb upstairs, but not down then. So we would often find her up in one of the bedrooms. She soon had herself litter trained....using my bed as her place to 'go'. To stop her from doing this, we tried putting her cage on my bed, so she would go inside her cage. That didn't work.
We then put an old comforter on top of my current one so if she snuck upstairs, she wouldn't ruin my blankets. This hardly ever worked as she always managed to sneak up and pee all over my bed, completely soaking it then leaving little pellets all over underneath my bed. This is why she became a full-time outside rabbit.
After having her for many years, we ended up deciding we wanted to breed rabbits and got another female, who is actually my sweet LE. They each had their own cage, but were next to each other and soon became friends that we could let out together and they would have fun, running around and digging.
A few months after getting LE, I guess Simba was pretty old and ended up dying in her cage. And even though she was really nasty, I really liked her. After all, she was my first bunny :) And there you go, that's what started this entire rabbit adventure!
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