The rabbit I had as a teen came from the visitor farm where I worked. I fell for her first for her colour (blue, like aa Russian Blue cat, but bluer), but then, the next week I saw her, she was the only one of all the rabbits in the rabbitry that stayed put when myself and my colleague walked in. Despite being only a few weeks old she not only stayed in the inside part whilst the others had bolted outside, she stood up on her hind legs to see what we were up to. I knew then this inquisitive lass was for me, and she ruled the house for 5 years.
Then next rabbit to invade my home, about ten years later, came from the SSPCA. Her description on their website sounded just like my previous lass, and this was confirmed when I spoke to them. They told me they'd had her a year, but when I met her the info on her cage said three months. I queried this, and was told she had been adopted three months earlier but her new humans brought her back within days as she was too feisty for them. She was most definitely not happy meeting most people's expectations of what a rabbit is, ie boring!
They put her on the floor so I could meet her, and she came onto my lap. That was it, she was mine! Only problem was that her hutch wasn't ready so I couldn't take her for a week, and they had told me they didn't reserve animals, so I'd have to take the risk that someone would adopt her in the meantime. However, when I went back to the office with the staff members who'd introduced me to her and they told the rest of the team that I wanted her a cheer went up and they promised they'd not let anyone else take her. They were so relieved that someone had seen her for the darling she was.
She ruled the roost for three years. We reckon she'd been abused in the past and was probably deaf, but she soon had not-an-animal-person DP wrapped firmly around her paws and was spoilt rotten by the pair of us.