He’s big. He’s bad. And he’s got the scars to prove it. Before Gerald came to live at the rabbit rescue ranch, he grew up fighting on the mean streets and fierce grassy knolls of Reno. He proudly displays his battle wounds still visible on his hind quarters and nose. Shaved areas around his face and back accentuate his bad boy image. He’s been thinking about getting tattoos.

First meetings with humans can be tense. Gerald narrows his eyes in scrutiny and keeps a safe distance from new people --- wouldn’t you if you spent the majority of your life fending for your life?!

But he’s smart. And he’s confident he can take care of himself. If he senses a particular individual might be “of use” to him, he’ll take the time to become familiar with that individual. (Here’s a hint: Gerald will generally receive people bearing gifts of carrots.)

But he won’t trust them right away --- what if the carrot is a ruse to lure him into an arena with Bad Guys? He still thinks on his paws. Trust is won, not given.

But once Gerald knows you’re OK (it may take 10 to 20 carrot pieces to get there), he’s a pussy cat. Well, not so much a pussy cat as a sweet rabbit willing to hop onto your lap and nibble contentedly out of your hand. He’s waiting to find just the right person to take him home. The reward? The love and companionship of a big lug of a bunny.

Written by Amy Abern. Photo by Paulina Russel

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