International Roast

Just as you can't rescue a bad coffee with sugar, there's not much that can be done with a bad photo.  Still there was something I liked about this one, so I gave it the old hipstamatic treatment.

I have a shocking memory for names so I can't remember what this sweetie is called.  The very tame bunny of a good friend, more like a puppy than a rabbit. She was bobbing around, begging for carrots, so hard to capture properly, but I did want to remember a lovely evening with good friends.

And I do like the glimpse of Siobhain's Toes (alternative title, but I preferred the self-roast)