I used to have rabbits when I was younger.
We had Bright Eyes, one of the really huge white ones (sorry not good on rabbit breeds!) She was not a friendly rabbit and used to growl and attack our ankles. She did come when called though and it was quite hilarious because when we called her she would race up to us and then start grabbing ankles.
Then we had Ginger, a lovely gentle ginger and white rabbit. He was a beautiful little thing who enjoyed watching fireworks (all my pets seem to be a bit unusual
) on bonfire night he would sit up on his hind legs and watch the pretty lights in the sky. He got out when he was little after having his hutch (and his poor little nose) ripped open by a fox. I don't know how he fought the fox off, but after a few hours of frantic searching for him our neighbour found him in his coalshed, all covered in coal dust. He had a bit of a cut on his nose which left a scar, but was otherwise unharmed. He caught myxymatosis and had to be put to sleep (we weren't aware at the time that a vaccine was available)
And then there was Fluff, a very soft ginger dwarf lop-eared rabbit, she was also very good natured. She lived quite a long life but eventually died of cancer.
All our rabbits were outdoor pets, they had a big enclosed run in the garden which they shared with various guinea pigs and a tortoise over the years!