I sang while I fed a juicy apple to my bunny tonight. He would nibble, nibble, nibble…and then snuggle on my hand. It was precious. I was reminded of when I sing to Wolf. He still feels like he is a puppy and so he’ll try to crawl up in my lap. His head is all that really will fit in my lap and so obviously I become quite furry and muddy when sitting with him. But anyway, I’ll sing to him and rub the white fur on his chest and his eyes will glaze over, his panting will slow and he’ll snuggle with me too.