Ball-less Bunny (or "Bun-Bun got None-None")

Soccer practice was cancelled Thursday. "That's great!" Carrie said. "Can you pick up the bunny?"

So I picked up the bunny.

Sir Hopkins had been at the SPCA north of town. He returns to us neutered. 

The drugs hadn't worn off by the time we got home (~45 minute drive). Hopkins was moving slowly. Carrie wanted to pet him and comfort him, but he'd hop away a step (but no more than a step). 

Happy didn't seem sympathetic. She didn't make any room for him in the hutch, but hopefully Hopkins appreciated the company.