SEVEN

  

SEVEN. 

Not a commentary on rabbit man's sex appeal in this image. Nope...

...Dakota, our little heartthrob rabbit is now seven years old. A verifiable, undeniable state senior citizen in the animal nation. Given Dakota's unusual disposition in the family as one who owns, gets, takes, steal hearts and tangles the minds around him, old age is doing him some good.

One simple word: NEED.

Us females like it. No longer is he able to swagger and growl his way through his days under the illusion that it's sexy and cool to dominate as us females roll our eyes in well worn patience. 

Now he 'needs' us. He's a mush ball who requires more attention than a dog in heat or a baby in need of diapers. Whether he dives under his wife's belly for warmth and protection or crawls on me on the couch to lick my nose, the guy seems to be getting how good he's got it. 

Finally! 

He was worth it. Seven years. We've lived all over the country. The leader of the pack, he's taken on the illnesses, the stresses, the confusions and sailed through like a champ. 

Happy Birthday Dakota, you are the handsomest rabbit man I have ever met. And I think I'm in good company on that opinion. 

Note: Dakota has a fan page now. As a dirty old man he needs the digital pheromones. 

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Dakota: Ahem! Uh, don't you think it might be you who needs to be needed - you being female and all?

Niya: We all need that a little bit. Male or female.

Dakota: Yeah, but check your facts. Last time I checked I was a world class rabbit stud. I don't 'need' anyone, they need me. I even have my own fan page.

Niya: I understand.

Dakota: ...smug silence...