One summer night over in Central Oregon, hot in the day and cold at night, someone dumped several Holland Lops. DH and DD found it coming home from a hike at nightfall. It was about 4 weeks old, and would fit in my hand. Someone had tatted it's ear. We think he had been out alone, without food and water in heat and cold, and bite sized for owls and coyotes for two nights, based on when the others were found in the neighborhood.
We kept it and it grew into a nice little bunny. We named him Hazelnut. He was the most beautiful bunny we've ever seen. He had a pen to live in, but he was so well behaved we let him roam the house. The only thing he chewed on was the earphone wires I used on my desktop.
He was my bunny. And evidently I was his. He groomed my forehead. Only mine. One day, his little male bunny hormones kicked in and he would try to mount my leg. Yuck. Then he jumped on the couch, onto my DH, looked him in the eyes and peed all over him. Flying bunny! He was put in his cage and the next day there was a call to the vet. (The rest of the family still laughs and love to tell that story!)
It was a little country vet who did the deed and I got to watch. That was an experience. When the vet tech went to sterilize his parts (he was still awake at this point) he withdrew his testicles. The vet tech was very confused, because they were just there. She held him up and gently shook him a little, but . . . nothing. The vet was amused. He told us they can withdraw their testicles when the get into fights. And evidently to protect them from vets and vet techs. The surgery went well and he recovered quickly, soon becoming a calmer, nicer bunny. The vet techs renamed him Hazelnut-less. LOL
He had a cage we could confine him in, with a litter box, food and water. We generally used hay for his box.
He loved to tease the cat. They would chase each other around the house. Other times, Bunny would wait until the cat was sleeping in front of the fire, then run and bump her tail, just to count coup on her! He attacked the vacuum cleaner. He was fearless. He and the old dog got along fine. They ignored each other.
We fed him apple branches to keep his teeth worn down, boxes, and toilet paper tubes. He loved apples and berries and watching him hoover up his lettuce or hay was always entertaining. Dandelion flowers were his favorites and I think of him when I see them.
We loved him dearly, and for us, he was a great pet. Yes, he did drop pellets (dry poops) sometimes, and when moving from one state to another (they don't like change) peed on our sleeping bags. Back into your pen, you rotten rabbit! He was pretty healthy, but at age 6 was getting arthritis. One day, he was running out of the bedroom and ran right into my hiking boot. He lost the ability to use his back legs the next day. We let him go a couple days, then had him put down. It broke my heart.
I still see him bunny dancing. It was joy personified. I miss his cuddles and bunny purrs. I miss watching him levitate onto the furniture to sit with us. I miss watching his sassy self climb to the top of a rock, or go explore or help me in the garden, hiding under the potatoes. I'm sure there is still some bunny fur wandering around in the very back of the closet. We wore it with aggravation and amusement for years, but it wasn't onerous. It could make the nose tickle!
DD has two bunnies. One has GI issues frequently. One chews on books and both will chew wires, so they are mostly pen bound unless she lets them run outside. They aren't as cuddly as Hazelnut was, but they are loved house bunnies. Their cat ignores them.
Is a bunny right for you? Hard to tell. I guess it depends on your allergies, and the personality of the bunny. The more time you spend with it, the better pet it will be. Good luck.