On holiday in Italy, in March, my dad & H took Baby Girl to visit some family friends to meet their menagerie of pets. As they walked into the kitchen, Baby Girl locked eyes on a little toy bunny (one of their grandchildren’s), hanging solemnly by his ears from the washing line.
“Da!” She cried, pointing at the bunny furiously. They all laughed & handed her the bunny. For the remainder of the visit, Baby Girl never let go of that bunny. Even when she met the two dogs, the four cats, the rabbits…
By the end of her visit, it was clear, Baby Girl had no intention of leaving the bunny behind. When they returned home, Baby Girl was clutching the bunny & has barely let go of him ever since.
One of the family’s cats was called Mog. In homage to his original home, Nana H named the bunny mog. So, without further ado, let me introduce you to Baby Girl’s best friend.