My name is
Frito!

Hey there, I'm FRITO, the sweet and cautious bunny with a heart as tender as my plush fur. Cheeto and I are overjoyed that we were rescued from the harsh cold last January. Our bond is unbreakable, and we're a packaged deal – you've got to adopt both of us!

I'm a bit more on the timid side compared to my adventurous brother, Cheeto. It takes me some time to build trust, but once I do, I'm all in. When someone new enters our space, I cautiously peek my head out of my tunnel, assessing if they're a friend or foe. If it's a familiar face, especially one with food, I'll come out and greet you. If you're a stranger, I defer to Cheeto's judgment – he's my trusted guide. Once he gives the green light, I venture out to explore and see things for myself. I might be shy, but I'm also curious and love to discover new hiding spots and climb around during our free roam sessions.

Supervision is key for us during free roam – we have a tendency to chew cords if left unsupervised. Bunny-proofing, especially securing those cords, allows us to explore freely without any worries. Tunnels and boxes are our toys of choice. We go through them, zoom around them and sit on top of them, looking down at our world. And after a day of adventure, we love snuggling up together on our blanket.

Willow branches and Snak Shack huts always capture our attention. We love munching on them. We're not picky eaters when it comes to veggies; cilantro, parsley, salads, and bananas are all welcomed treats. Oxbow rabbit pellets keep us nourished and happy.

My coat, like Cheeto's, is incredibly soft and requires weekly brushing, but it's generally low-maintenance. I might be a bit more reserved and less affectionate, but my foster mom insists that it makes my moments of affection all the more special. You've got to earn my love, but when you do, a gentle nudge and a head pet are in store. I've been described as very sweet, and I believe in quality over quantity when it comes to sharing my affection.

Loud noises and quick movements make us a tad sensitive, likely a lingering effect from our time outdoors. To create a calm space in our room, our foster mom uses a white noise machine playing "calming spa sounds."

We did well with our former foster mom's older daughter, and with a little time to adjust, we believe we'd thrive in any loving home. Our foster mom thinks larger dogs might be scary for us, we've met a cat without much fuss – curiosity over fear. Life for Cheeto and me is filled with fun, and we'd love for you to join us on this journey!