Viscount Peter

We got Peter from the local kill shelter. He was the only bunny there, placed in the back in a bare wire cage. They had given him what looked like grass clippings to eat and he had no water. The dogs in the next room were all barking and Peter was scared to death. Even though he had obviously never been handled or let out of a cage before, when I opened the cage top and placed my hand into it, he came running over and nuzzled my fingers. It took maybe two seconds before I looked at the wife and said "We are taking him out of this hellhole". I found out from them that a young couple dumped Peter off when they moved to an apartment that didn't allow pets.

Now Peter has the more regal title Viscount Peter. He is a real sweet little guy. Here is a short video of him.