Pipp
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Happy Gotcha Day To MyBabyPipp!!
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I'm sure all the oldies here have heard the story a million times...but it was two years ago today (well, maybe yesterday...) that Pipp andI found each other.
I first sawmy babyon the corner of Robson andGranville, the busiest intersection indowntownVancouver.Shewas with a couple ofhomeless street kids,panhandling for money. (Thekids, not the bunny). She was wearing a dog collarwith a chain leash that weighed more than she did. She wasmunching on a tree leaf coated with pigeon doodoo and busexhaust.They said 'he' was seven weeks old and theyhad gotten 'him' from Petcetera. I made themanoffer they couldn't refuse -- $40.
I didn't know anything about bunnies. 'He'was thistiny little black baby. I immediately offered'him'to a friend whose dog had just died that day -- we were on our way toher house for a party when I saw the bunny.Ifigured if my friend didn't immediately embrace the bunny, I'd be stuckwith it, but that was okay too -- I had guinea pigs, hamsters, gerbilsand for most of my life -- although I was envisioning this full growntank of a bunny caged somewhere in my house.
But my friendvery happily adopted him.(She had bunnies before, and even had a hutch in her backyard). I put Pipp (my friend named him that that night) onthe floor, and that rabbit went running off to explore every inch ofthe house (with me a foot behind him at all times) and socialize withall the guests!That rabbit was totally fearless!(Ifigured it was the result of living with busses whizzing byyour head every three minutes).
My friendhad this thing about 'naturalizing' her animals, soPipp was turned loose in her secure backyard with a garden and openhutches -- bunny heaven. Except Pipp didn't thinkso. He kept trying to scoot into the house everytime the doorwas opened. He got out of the yard one day,truckeddown the lane and headed intoa neighbour'sopen back door. :shock:
I had been asking my friend if Pipp was still a 'people' bunny -- if hewas stillfriendly and fearless -- and was told no, hewouldn't come near his owner, he had reverted to a more naturallife. However, just over threemonths later, I wasasked to bunnysit, and Pippwas 'caught'anddelivered in a kennel. He was still this tinylittle thing! (Back then, I didn't know a dwarf from agiant). I let him outin my house, and in just a fewhours, he was on my lap, giving me kisses and doing binkies all overthe place!But when my friendcame to pickhim up a three weeks or a month later, the bunny took one look at herand took off! (The first and only time she's ever run fromanybody while I've had her). Needless to say, Ire-rescued 'him'.
He had been the cats' best friend, but a month or twolater,started attacking them very viciously! After reading aboutjuvenile hormones on the net (which was the start ofalmosttwo solid years of daily bunny research), Istarted lookinginto a bunny neuter. My friend took Pipp into her vet (wewere sort of co-owners), who confirmed he was a boy :shock:, and saidrabbits did poorly under anesthetic and recommended against theprocedure. If I decided to proceed, the price would be$350. (Needless to say,I'm sure glad I didn't dothat!!)
After a lotof research, I took Pipp into another vetmyself. The secondvet broke the news that my boywas a girl! (I wasvery happy about that!I also could honestly say I thought so!) Dr. Jack'sreceptionist told me that they had only lost three old and/or sickbunnies duringspays out of 'zillions', which made me totallydecide to do the procedure (for $110), so I opted fortheoperation. (Still, I was still a nervous wreck, lemme tellya!)
She eventually forgave me (although it took awhile), and to this day weremain a bonded pair. And because of her, I've ditched mostof my well-paying jobs to spend my time rescuing bunnies and watchingthem eat. :love:
And of course spending far too much time on this forum. :sigh But...
PIPP,I:heart:YOU VERY MUCH AND WOULD DO IT ALL OVERAGAIN!! (Although I'd probably just takeyou straight home this time).
sas :inlove:
arty::colors::elephant::bunnydance::balloons::hug1arty0002:hearts:heartbeat:bunnieskiss
I'm sure all the oldies here have heard the story a million times...but it was two years ago today (well, maybe yesterday...) that Pipp andI found each other.
I first sawmy babyon the corner of Robson andGranville, the busiest intersection indowntownVancouver.Shewas with a couple ofhomeless street kids,panhandling for money. (Thekids, not the bunny). She was wearing a dog collarwith a chain leash that weighed more than she did. She wasmunching on a tree leaf coated with pigeon doodoo and busexhaust.They said 'he' was seven weeks old and theyhad gotten 'him' from Petcetera. I made themanoffer they couldn't refuse -- $40.
I didn't know anything about bunnies. 'He'was thistiny little black baby. I immediately offered'him'to a friend whose dog had just died that day -- we were on our way toher house for a party when I saw the bunny.Ifigured if my friend didn't immediately embrace the bunny, I'd be stuckwith it, but that was okay too -- I had guinea pigs, hamsters, gerbilsand for most of my life -- although I was envisioning this full growntank of a bunny caged somewhere in my house.
But my friendvery happily adopted him.(She had bunnies before, and even had a hutch in her backyard). I put Pipp (my friend named him that that night) onthe floor, and that rabbit went running off to explore every inch ofthe house (with me a foot behind him at all times) and socialize withall the guests!That rabbit was totally fearless!(Ifigured it was the result of living with busses whizzing byyour head every three minutes).
My friendhad this thing about 'naturalizing' her animals, soPipp was turned loose in her secure backyard with a garden and openhutches -- bunny heaven. Except Pipp didn't thinkso. He kept trying to scoot into the house everytime the doorwas opened. He got out of the yard one day,truckeddown the lane and headed intoa neighbour'sopen back door. :shock:
I had been asking my friend if Pipp was still a 'people' bunny -- if hewas stillfriendly and fearless -- and was told no, hewouldn't come near his owner, he had reverted to a more naturallife. However, just over threemonths later, I wasasked to bunnysit, and Pippwas 'caught'anddelivered in a kennel. He was still this tinylittle thing! (Back then, I didn't know a dwarf from agiant). I let him outin my house, and in just a fewhours, he was on my lap, giving me kisses and doing binkies all overthe place!But when my friendcame to pickhim up a three weeks or a month later, the bunny took one look at herand took off! (The first and only time she's ever run fromanybody while I've had her). Needless to say, Ire-rescued 'him'.
He had been the cats' best friend, but a month or twolater,started attacking them very viciously! After reading aboutjuvenile hormones on the net (which was the start ofalmosttwo solid years of daily bunny research), Istarted lookinginto a bunny neuter. My friend took Pipp into her vet (wewere sort of co-owners), who confirmed he was a boy :shock:, and saidrabbits did poorly under anesthetic and recommended against theprocedure. If I decided to proceed, the price would be$350. (Needless to say,I'm sure glad I didn't dothat!!)
After a lotof research, I took Pipp into another vetmyself. The secondvet broke the news that my boywas a girl! (I wasvery happy about that!I also could honestly say I thought so!) Dr. Jack'sreceptionist told me that they had only lost three old and/or sickbunnies duringspays out of 'zillions', which made me totallydecide to do the procedure (for $110), so I opted fortheoperation. (Still, I was still a nervous wreck, lemme tellya!)
She eventually forgave me (although it took awhile), and to this day weremain a bonded pair. And because of her, I've ditched mostof my well-paying jobs to spend my time rescuing bunnies and watchingthem eat. :love:
And of course spending far too much time on this forum. :sigh But...
PIPP,I:heart:YOU VERY MUCH AND WOULD DO IT ALL OVERAGAIN!! (Although I'd probably just takeyou straight home this time).
sas :inlove:
