Hi! I'm Biff, and this is my blog. Mom and I thought that we should start out with the story of how we all came to be together.
It all started when I was just a little baby bun. I was in a scary place, with lots of small animals, and it smelled funny. People were staring at me and saying things like "OMGGGG They're so cute!!!" I was in a very small cage with my fully agouti sibiling.
A girl walked up and immediately said to this guy, "They have lops!!! Can we get a lop?" The girl would be my mom, and the guy my dad. My mom wanted the agouti, but my dad said "but this one has all the colors!!!!!" She said since he was buying, he got to decide. And that was how I came to live with my mom. They named me Biff. Not after back to the future, and not after Death of a Salesman (Although it's a great play). No, I'm named after the title character in Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore. My mom says it's the most hilarious book she's ever read. I don't know how books can be funny. I think they're chewy, mostly.
It took her awhile to figure out how to treat me right, and at first I was a daddy's boy all the way. They quickly learned that the cage they bought me was too small, and that rabbits need to eat hay (Dumb two-foots. Were they trying to kill me?)
Mom did lots of reading, and pretty soon she started taking really good care of me, and let me free range (even though I like to pee on her bed :-x ...head wobble!!)
My momma loved me alot and loved all the time she spent with me, but soon realized that I needed more attention than she could give me. She's a young lady, and was tired of having a 9:00 curfew (Whenever she worked late or went out with friends, I'd pee on the bed... hmmph!!)
So on Saturday, May 17th, we took a long scary journey to a place far far away that my mom called Harlem. We went to a big building that smelled real funny and sounded like lots and lots of dogs barking. There were a few ladies there who said I was going to meet some girl buns.
When the first girl came out, mommy whispered to me, "Ooohh Biffy we like this one." The blonde lady said this was her first date. She was beautiful, and a lop like me, but seemed pretty scared. I kept trying to approach her, maybe make some conversation, but after we touched noses she'd just run away. She did eat, so maybe she did like me too?
She came home with us that day, and mom set her up in a cage next to mine. At first, I really didn't like her. She took half the attention that used to be all mine, and I couldn't be free range anymore, at least for awhile. I was very upset and would bite my mom whenever she'd try to pet me.
...but after a week, we fell in LOP LOVE!