We won't be needing the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, thanks.*

I spent this past Saturday in bed, grumpy because I was sick with a swollen throat. Sasha and I also rented C.R.A.Z.Y, which was thoroughly enjoyable, and I highly recommend it (although cuddling with Sasha on the couch may have had to do with the enjoyment factor.)

Today my mood improved considerably when Sasha and I went to Bloor & Dufferin to visit Pierre at his pet store.

I'm a sucker for animals, what can I say? Pierre also let me hold a couple of snakes, but they started constricting around my arm before I got a chance to take any gratitutous pictures.

So, here's another one of Sasha with the puppies.

We trekked back home to China in the pouring rain. . .

. . .but not alone! (Look at how excited Brie is! Haha, that's awesome!)

This is my yet un-named bunny. Right now I'm toying with naming mine Sadaam, but only if Sasha names hers George. (For some reason I have the insatiable desire to name my rabbit after a dictator.)

The bunnies are indistinguishable, except that mine is a tiny bit smaller in size. Otherwise, they are identical in colour, appearance, and markings. I guess we'll have to wait for their personalities to develop before we can really tell them apart. I suspect mine will have the dominating personality, though.

I already know it's smarter than Sasha's bunny, which is evident through its clear love of newspapers.

The rabbit doesn't know it yet, but it's going to be possibly the most blogged about animal in history.**

*I'm sure the first response to this post will be some eager over-achiever sourcing that title. Ah, it's pretty obvious, so it wouldn't surprise me.

**Don't worry, I'm not going to be one of those people who dresses their animals up in stupid outfits or anything. It's just pretty likely that I'm going to take lots of gratitutous pictures of me holding the rabbit.