Wallace arrived in August 2005, slightly bemused after a long journey. But he soon settled in and we watched amazed, as daily he put on weight. We were conscious of him becoming a big rabbit, needing to have plenty of exercise and also having to understand the 'pecking order'. We appreciated the fact that we were the slaves, there to attend to his every need, but as regards the position of top - rabbit, that was to be us, not him.
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Wallace's Chariot!
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A new verb entered our vocabulary: to Wallace with a meaning roughly equivalent to DEVASTATION! If it could be eaten, Wallace ate it... If it could be dug up, Wallace dug it up... If it could be sat upon, Wallace sat on it... If it could be run through, there he was...
We stood by, proudly watching the exploits of the new boy - until he found the roses and the patio plants - then the ANTI-WALLACE BARRIERS appeared!
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Wallace grew into a stunning adult, but developed a problem not uncommon with large rabbits - sore hocks. This was not a problem to leave unattended, so he became used to his Wally Boots.
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Wallace's untimely death was a real shock and left us reeling for ages. But we have wonderful memories of the boy and he gave us a love for his breed.