ben

Eleven years old and still finds something worth wagging about in every single moment.

There’s a right way and a wrong way to say his name. It’s not Mister Bodine, clipped and northern. It’s Miiiister Bo-deen, drawn out slow, the way they’d say it somewhere down in the bayous of Louisiana, maybe with a front porch and a glass of sweet tea nearby. Mr. Bodine is two years old,…

Bean has been around long enough to know what she likes. She likes snacks. She likes running through tunnels at her own pace, in her own time. She likes being held; really held, not just scooped up and set back down, by someone who means it. For a shy rabbit, that’s actually a pretty big…