Christmas in February

Due to scheduling conflicts and the sheer busyness of life, Honey has had to endure living in a winter wonderland way after Christmas.

Today, my roommate and I have packed away all the Christmas stuff (at last!), and the Honey Bunny has been a little bit farklempt (look it up, it's Yiddish). All those boxes out and stuff being put away put her in a state, because she always get a little scared when the boxes come out.

She is adopted, and her first family had to give her up when they had to move from their house to an apartment. If she still remembers the ordeal, I am sure that having boxes would definitely have her a little freaked out. There might be an implication in her little brain that boxes mean being sent to the pound again . . . but I might just be reading too much into her little doggie actions.

Since she is thoroughly loved and seriously spoiled, she got more than a few hugs, quite a lot of affirmation, and a greater-than-usual share of treats.

She is well, all the Christmas stuff is put away . . . and peace abounds.