It worked.
(I love how his front paws cross)
Kit and I went out to the breeder together to buy bun. He gave us a good price because of Attila's ears: they didn't quite flop like a show quality mini lop
Bun of leisure
Sometimes
they'd flop, but mostly they looked like a tv antenna that wouldn't quite stay up... 
"Chez Bun"
He did a lot of looking around when we first got him.
By the way... buns chew. A lot. And in case you were wondering, bitter apple spray is not a deterrent, it's a condiment.
He liked carrots, just like he was supposed to.
He was impossibly soft and irresistible to touch
Of course, we
couldn't resist doing things like making him a birthday hat one year
which he barely tolerated.
And we were never quite able to train him to launch
paper airplanes
Bun licks sink ships.
We held him a lot.
And hypnotized him. You can see his little crossed paws here...
Family portrait.
Kit cared for the bun and took him with her when she moved to DC.
Under her tutelage, he became more philosophical...
Bun thinking of nothing
Bun thinking of death
And before you knew it, he was older, and started to go blind.
Kit let him go out in the grass more and more.