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Jul. 23rd, 2001 10:47 amFriday night, Mike and I went to meet the rabbit. The woman who owned the rabbit lived in a *very* swank neighborhood. The rabbit was upstairs in her daughter's bedroom...this bedroom was as long and deep as my formal living room, which is approximately 24 x 15 feet... I can't imagine what the master suite must look like! Anyway, in a far too small cage was a medium-size white rabbit with light brown spots. She's got a brown spot over her nose, but with fine white hairs around her nostrils, which is very cute--it highlights the constantly twitching nose.
I really didn't have time to do more than set her cage down at home--we were meeting everyone for dinner and had plans to see "America's Sweethearts." Dinner was good, the movie was okay--enjoyable, but not terribly memorable, save for the twist at the end about the film within a film. Before I went home, I made a run by Wal-Mart for bunny supplies...
In a town like Pensacola, which shuts down at 9:00 PM, any place that stays open late becomes a magnet for people! The local Books-A-Million and Barnes & Nobles--these are late night hangouts, because they open until 11:00 PM. Waffle House is another place. And because it is open 24 hours...above all, there is Wal-Mart.
10:30 on a Friday night, Wal-Mart was a mad house! Add in the fact that one week every year is sales tax free for parents to outfit their children for school--and it was this week. Omigawd. I thought I was going to pop in and get some rabbit supplies and be home in a few. WRONG! Even with lots of cash registers open, there were lines trailing back. And I happened to get behind this woman who purchased $400 worth of small merchandise. I got home close to midnight, most of the time spent in line waiting to check out!
When I got home, I cleaned out the poor bunny's cage--it hadn't been cleaned in a week--and put down fresh litter. I gave the bunny some alfalfa hay--she was subsisting entirely off pellets--and was greeted like a hero! The bunny tore into the hay like there was no tomorrow! I let the bunny out of the cage, having blocked off a small area immediately around the cage. The former owner had said the bunny was originally litter box trained in the dorm room, but had been caged up all summer, so I wasn't sure if the bunny had retained her good habits.
Well, as you can guess, the bunny quickly figured out the loophole in my barricade and quickly scooted out into the den, where we had a merry game of "Keep the Bunny from the Electrical Wiring." And, to her credit, the bunny did not have any accidents while out!
Saturday, the bunny had another run around the den before I rounded her up and put her in her cage. This time, I went around the den and "bunny-proofed" dangerous areas, like behind the couch and behind the TV. Then I let her out to explore.
The first thing she did was check her previous routes. Oh, the righteous rabbity outrage when she found her access was blocked to places she had been before! The digging! The peeping over the top of barricades! Bunnies are pretty sharp about locations and dimensions... If she couldn't go behind the couch, she decided maybe she could go over the couch! She was up on the couch and peeping over the back before I knew it!
So all day I let her have short visits to the den and computer room. AFAIK, she had no bathroom incidents. Sunday, she had longer excursions outside her cage. At one point we were playing follow the leader--she was chasing after ME! I'd walk somewhere and find myself tripping over a bunny. I'd walk someplace else and find a bunny underfoot. Then I understood, so I ran across the room and the rabbit followed! We played chase for a while! After a while, she plopped down on her side to rest. I'd sit or lie on the floor and she'd nudge me, like "You're in my way!" or "Pet me."
Mike sharpened the blades on the riding lawn mower, used Fix-a-Flat on the tire and actually cut the lawn! It was the inaugural use of the riding lawn mower! Anyway, when he came into the house, his legs were covered with bits of cut grass. The bunny greeted him like a walking smorgasbord! I mean, she ran from the opposite side of the room and was on him like a bullet, happily circling and sniffing his legs. When he later entered the room after showering, he had been demoted to just another human being. So Eau de Cut Grass is like Chanel #5 to rabbits!
Vlad came over and Tedy as well. We grilled some ribeyes and had a wonderful meal. The bunny enjoyed sniffing them and would nose Vlad's legs while he was playing Diablo II: LOD and stare at Tedy's computer bag on the floor with great interest, standing up on her hind legs to peek over the top.
The question now is what to call the bunny. She used to be called Angel, but she doesn't answer to it. Since she's the Therapy Bunny, we were talking about calling her Freud or Jung.
I really didn't have time to do more than set her cage down at home--we were meeting everyone for dinner and had plans to see "America's Sweethearts." Dinner was good, the movie was okay--enjoyable, but not terribly memorable, save for the twist at the end about the film within a film. Before I went home, I made a run by Wal-Mart for bunny supplies...
In a town like Pensacola, which shuts down at 9:00 PM, any place that stays open late becomes a magnet for people! The local Books-A-Million and Barnes & Nobles--these are late night hangouts, because they open until 11:00 PM. Waffle House is another place. And because it is open 24 hours...above all, there is Wal-Mart.
10:30 on a Friday night, Wal-Mart was a mad house! Add in the fact that one week every year is sales tax free for parents to outfit their children for school--and it was this week. Omigawd. I thought I was going to pop in and get some rabbit supplies and be home in a few. WRONG! Even with lots of cash registers open, there were lines trailing back. And I happened to get behind this woman who purchased $400 worth of small merchandise. I got home close to midnight, most of the time spent in line waiting to check out!
When I got home, I cleaned out the poor bunny's cage--it hadn't been cleaned in a week--and put down fresh litter. I gave the bunny some alfalfa hay--she was subsisting entirely off pellets--and was greeted like a hero! The bunny tore into the hay like there was no tomorrow! I let the bunny out of the cage, having blocked off a small area immediately around the cage. The former owner had said the bunny was originally litter box trained in the dorm room, but had been caged up all summer, so I wasn't sure if the bunny had retained her good habits.
Well, as you can guess, the bunny quickly figured out the loophole in my barricade and quickly scooted out into the den, where we had a merry game of "Keep the Bunny from the Electrical Wiring." And, to her credit, the bunny did not have any accidents while out!
Saturday, the bunny had another run around the den before I rounded her up and put her in her cage. This time, I went around the den and "bunny-proofed" dangerous areas, like behind the couch and behind the TV. Then I let her out to explore.
The first thing she did was check her previous routes. Oh, the righteous rabbity outrage when she found her access was blocked to places she had been before! The digging! The peeping over the top of barricades! Bunnies are pretty sharp about locations and dimensions... If she couldn't go behind the couch, she decided maybe she could go over the couch! She was up on the couch and peeping over the back before I knew it!
So all day I let her have short visits to the den and computer room. AFAIK, she had no bathroom incidents. Sunday, she had longer excursions outside her cage. At one point we were playing follow the leader--she was chasing after ME! I'd walk somewhere and find myself tripping over a bunny. I'd walk someplace else and find a bunny underfoot. Then I understood, so I ran across the room and the rabbit followed! We played chase for a while! After a while, she plopped down on her side to rest. I'd sit or lie on the floor and she'd nudge me, like "You're in my way!" or "Pet me."
Mike sharpened the blades on the riding lawn mower, used Fix-a-Flat on the tire and actually cut the lawn! It was the inaugural use of the riding lawn mower! Anyway, when he came into the house, his legs were covered with bits of cut grass. The bunny greeted him like a walking smorgasbord! I mean, she ran from the opposite side of the room and was on him like a bullet, happily circling and sniffing his legs. When he later entered the room after showering, he had been demoted to just another human being. So Eau de Cut Grass is like Chanel #5 to rabbits!
Vlad came over and Tedy as well. We grilled some ribeyes and had a wonderful meal. The bunny enjoyed sniffing them and would nose Vlad's legs while he was playing Diablo II: LOD and stare at Tedy's computer bag on the floor with great interest, standing up on her hind legs to peek over the top.
The question now is what to call the bunny. She used to be called Angel, but she doesn't answer to it. Since she's the Therapy Bunny, we were talking about calling her Freud or Jung.
