My bunny escaped for several days, just like her son did just about a year ago.
The first time I actually use as a teaching tool for my philosophy/religion (Buddhism) as I argue Karma is not only when you're running late and all the rights turn red, but the whole golden rule deal.
There was this guy that was horrible to my family, as was his wife. When his wife died, in an attempt at empathy, I brought over one of the baby bunnies for him to hold or pet or bond with, knowing they always made me feel better. He wasn't interested. But I am still glad I did it, because guess who called me and told me he found my rabbit in his yard? (It wasn't the same one, but they all look similar.)
How did he escape in the first place? Well, I put his sisters and him in the outdoor pen, and watched as they tried (unsuccessfully) to climb out in-between the bars.
Turns out at least one of the bars was still big enough for them all to slip through. Two were found within five feet of the cage. The boy took off running, apparently. He was three houses down, past a construction zone. Eek!
I remember having a dream over and over again that was very inception-esque. I would find the boy, realize it was a dream, get up and go look for him, find him, realize THAT was a dream... ect.
The Mother decided not to even bother trying to squeeze through the bars (which is good, she's a big bunny) and just tunneled out the bottom. She dug herself a rabbit hole, decided she didn't like it, then went two houses further than her son, and across the street.
Remembering the dreams I had with the son I actively avoided sleeping, or at least dreaming. Usually I remember most of my dreams, but I can't tell you if I dreamed about her more than once. (Similar dream too.)
I posted on the local association page to keep a lookout for that bunny in the photo who was missing an eye, and that helped. The people who found the mother wanted to keep her! Apparently their dogs made friends with her, and were grooming her.
The only worry is that she had too much fun and is now pregnant (again.) But she's getting fixed today, so that won't be an issue. (I think it's too soon to check if she is pregnant via x-ray, but I'm going to ask the vet anyway.)
moral of the story? I'm not using that damn cage anymore.
The Son
The first time I actually use as a teaching tool for my philosophy/religion (Buddhism) as I argue Karma is not only when you're running late and all the rights turn red, but the whole golden rule deal.
There was this guy that was horrible to my family, as was his wife. When his wife died, in an attempt at empathy, I brought over one of the baby bunnies for him to hold or pet or bond with, knowing they always made me feel better. He wasn't interested. But I am still glad I did it, because guess who called me and told me he found my rabbit in his yard? (It wasn't the same one, but they all look similar.)
How did he escape in the first place? Well, I put his sisters and him in the outdoor pen, and watched as they tried (unsuccessfully) to climb out in-between the bars.
Turns out at least one of the bars was still big enough for them all to slip through. Two were found within five feet of the cage. The boy took off running, apparently. He was three houses down, past a construction zone. Eek!
I remember having a dream over and over again that was very inception-esque. I would find the boy, realize it was a dream, get up and go look for him, find him, realize THAT was a dream... ect.
The Mother
The Mother decided not to even bother trying to squeeze through the bars (which is good, she's a big bunny) and just tunneled out the bottom. She dug herself a rabbit hole, decided she didn't like it, then went two houses further than her son, and across the street.
Remembering the dreams I had with the son I actively avoided sleeping, or at least dreaming. Usually I remember most of my dreams, but I can't tell you if I dreamed about her more than once. (Similar dream too.)
I posted on the local association page to keep a lookout for that bunny in the photo who was missing an eye, and that helped. The people who found the mother wanted to keep her! Apparently their dogs made friends with her, and were grooming her.
The only worry is that she had too much fun and is now pregnant (again.) But she's getting fixed today, so that won't be an issue. (I think it's too soon to check if she is pregnant via x-ray, but I'm going to ask the vet anyway.)
moral of the story? I'm not using that damn cage anymore.
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