Bunny Therapy

I've been called a lot of things over the years by those who know me. Some of the names have been kinder than others. "Anal retentive" crops up a lot. So do "anxiety-ridden" and "uptight." I'm sure people have uttered other things behind my back.

It's true, I'm a worrier, and I know I'm not alone. All of us who get stressed out seek out ways to manage it. There's a glass of wine at the end of a long day. There are bubble baths. There's therapy (and I have to admit, having a psychotherapist for a boyfriend comes in handy).

And then...there are bunnies.

To me, there's nothing more soothing than walking through my door and seeing three sweet little faces looking at me expectantly. When I pick them up and snuggle them, whatever is on my mind melts away. Paddington is especially soothing, both by virtue of being very laid-back and affectionate and because his velvety rex fur is so soft.

I've read studies about the values of pet therapy in helping to ease anxiety and make people feel less lonesome, and I couldn't agree more. The bunnies are like long-eared stress balls - but don't worry, I don't squeeze them that hard. :)