JimD's Warren

[JimD]

I found this in an antique shop when I went to Michigan

 

[JimD]

This is really cute ....not sure where exactly MrsD picked this up...somewhere in the Poconos though

 

[JadeIcing]

To cute, not fair though...I want them!

 

[LuvaBun]

LOL! Jim, you and Mrs D seem a bit like me -buying anything that has a bunny about it . I love them.What is the rabbit that you found in the antique shop made of? It looksa little like Amber in the pic.

Jan

 

[JimD]

LuvaBun wrote:

What is the rabbit that you found in the antiqueshop made of? It looks a little like Amber in the pic.

Jan

It's made of glass.
It's an art-deco piece made by the Viking Glass Co.
The color is referred to as persimmon.

 

[samixXx]

wow and i taught i had alot off hay:shock:
i get a huge bale delivered twice a week off a farmer he told me my rabbits eat more hay then his cows:elephant:

 

[Linz_1987]

B - H - LIMEY!

That is .... loadz of hay! That farmer is right, my sisters horse doesnt eat that much hay either!

I have two guinea pigs, and 2 bunnies andI useabouta black bag full a week (as I use it as bedding also- And theguinea pigshave/eat most of it! My bunnies dont really caremuch for hay.

Where I get my hay from - a horse farm they sell it at one black bag full = 95p Bargain!


You can also get balesat £3 but I dont want my car to get messy :?lol.

 

[Linz_1987]

I LuV MaH BuNs wrote:



"Lemme duck down."

Omg! Is she inside your telelvision? :shock: How did she get in there

 

[JimD]

That picture of the hay in the tub was posted by sas (Pipp).
I don't have quite that much and MrsD was totally against it being stored in the tub.

Chippy is in a box that my circular saw came in. I left it layingaround and she decided it would make a cool cubby to hang out in....sowe left it in the bunnie room until it was pretty well shredded. Itdoes look like she's in the TV though....bun-a-vision!

jim

 

[samixXx]

lol this farmer didnt want money but myboyfriend gave him 100euro and he said i can have as much as i want sothey agreed on 100 bales for 100euro
plus he delivers it to my house which is 30 mins from his.
its great because i was paying 8euro for a tiny bag from the petshop and they prefer the farm hay.
i have 2 little piggies off bunnys that always find the bales of hayand just sit on them eating and eating il have to take a pic later
i think id be against having hay in my tub too lol
might make having a bath a bit difficult:bunnydance:

 

[JimD]

My sister sent me this .....



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United States Postal Service Story

Our dog, Abbey, died Aug. 23, and the day after Abbey died, my 4 year
old, Meredith, was SO upset. She wanted to write a letter to God so that
God would recognize Abbey in heaven.

She told me what to write, and I did. Then she put 2 pictures of Abbey
in the envelope. We addressed it to God in Heaven, put two stamps on it(because, as she said, it could be a long way to heaven). We put our
return address on it, and I let her put it in the drop box at the post
office that afternoon. She was absolutely sure that letter would get to
heaven, and I wasn't about to disillusion her.

So today is Labor Day. We took the kids to the museum inAustin, and
when we came home, there was a package wrapped in gold on our frontporch. It was addressed to Mer. So, she took it inside and opened it.

Inside was a book, When Your Pet Dies, by Mr. Rogers (Fred Rogers) Onthe inside of front cover was the letter we had written to God, in itsenvelope
(opened). On the opposite page was one of the pictures of Abbey tapedon the page. On the back page was the other picture of Abbey, and this
handwritten note on pink paper:

"Dear Mer,
I know that you will be happy to find out that Abbey arrived safely and
soundly in heaven. Having the pictures you sent to me was a big help! I
recognized Abbey right away!

You know, Mer, she isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me (-just
like it stays in your heart-) young and running and playing. Abbey loved
being your dog, you know. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I
don't have any pockets to keep things in-- so I am sending you your
beautiful letter back with the pictures--so that you will have this
little memory book to keep.

One of my angels is taking care of this for me. I hope this little book
will help.

Thank you for your beautiful letter. Thank your mother for sending it.
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

God blesses you every day and remember, I love you very much. By the
way, I am in heaven and everywhere there is love.

Signed,
God, and one of his special angels



How wonderful is that! I never knew there were angels working at the post office!
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ray::rainbow::jumpingbunny:

 

[Pipp]

A w w w w w ... this made me cry. :tears2:

How sweet... thanks for posting that. :hug1



sas

 

[JadeIcing]

Very nice.

 

[LuvaBun]

What a lovely thing for someone to do! Not onlyto take the time to reply and put a child's mind at rest, but also tosend the book. Just shows that there are some nice people out there

Thanks for posting that, Jim. Renewed my Faith in human nature!

Jan

 

[JimD]

The Briar Patch Story

"I Can't Remember My Name"
by Laurie Hanson

I remember when I was smaller that someone cuddled me in their arms and spoke to me softly. I remember always being warm and safe. I remember always having enough to eat and that the food was good. I remember that once I lived in a house with humans. When I got a little bigger, the humans didn't cuddle me so much any more. They sometimes yelled at me if I made a mess.

Then someone said I was too messy to be in the house and they put me in a hutch in back of the house. Pretty soon, nobody came to see me much at all any more. They just came out to put some pellets in a dish and some water in a bottle. No more cuddles, no more soft words. Sometimes I got very hot and then later I got pretty cold.

One day I heard the humans talking, "He'll be better off free, with his own kind. He can fend for himself. Besides, it's not like there's no food or shelter there." They put me in a cardboard box and took me for a ride in the car. I remember being there before when I was really small and they brought me home from the pet shop. The humans took me out of the box and put me on the ground. It was pretty scary. I didn't recognize anything. It was all strange. Then the humans turned their backs, walked away, got into the car and drove off. I knew they would be back soon, so I sat and waited. I waited a very long time. The sun started to go behind the mountains and it got colder. The wind off the river was piercing. Pretty soon it was dark. The humans didn't come back.

Some other rabbits came out and sniffed at me. One of them punched me, another bit me and another slashed my ear. That really hurt and I cried and ran away. I tried to find a place to hide, but everywhere I looked and scooted into, some other rabbit was already there and chased me out. It was really dark now and really cold and I was hungry and thirsty. I smelled some food and went over to get some, but the other rabbits chased me away. I cried again.

My fur isn't sleek and glossy any more; it's dirty and raggedy. I don't know how long I've been here. They call it "The Briar Patch." Some humans come sometimes and leave food; it isn't very good. Once a human came and I thought I knew her. I started to go up to her, but then I remembered, humans don't want me around. I ran into the bushes.

I never have enough to eat because I'm not very brave and can't fight for food, so I just have to eat what's left and that's usually pretty sorry stuff. I'm never warm and dry;the only place I have to curl up and hide in is muddy and dank. Sometimes I remember the better days, but more and more those days seem like a long ago dream. I still cry sometimes.

I can't remember my name.

 

[JadeIcing]

I love that. It is on the rescue I foster fors site.

 

[JimD]

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[align=center]Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All the recent arrivals were confused and concerned. They had no idea what to think for they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge to watch. They knew this was something special.

It wasn't too long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung heavy and low with tail dragging along the ground. The other animals on the pathway...the ones who had been at RainBow Bridge for a while...knew the story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it happen far too many times.

Although it was obvious the animal's heart was leaden and he was totally overcome with emotional pain and hurt, there was no sign of injury or any illness. Unlike the pets waiting at the Bridge, this animal had not been restored to his prime. He was full of neither health nor vigor. He approached slowly and painfully, watching all the pets who were by now watching him. He knew he was out of place here. This was no resting place for him. He felt instinctively that the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But alas, as he came closer to the Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who spoke softly to the old animal and apologized sorrowfully, telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their special people could pass over the RainBow Bridge. And he had no special beloved people...not here at the Bridge nor on Earth below.

With no place else to turn, the poor elderly animal looked toward the fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate area nearby, he spotted a group of other sad-eyed animals like himself...elderly and infirm. Unlike the pets waiting for their special people, these animals weren't playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and miserably staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent arrival knew he had no choice but to join them. And so, he took his place among them, just watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his special people, could not understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the pets who had been there for some time to explain it to him.

"That poor animal was a rescue, sent to the pound when his owner grew tired of him. They way you see him now, with graying fur and sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way he was when he was put into the kennels. He never, ever made it out and passed on only with the love and comfort that the kennel workers could give him as he left his miserable and unloved existence on Earth for good. Because he had no family or special person to give his love, he has nobody to escort him across the Bridge."

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"

As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the all-invasive gloom lifted. Coming toward the Bridge could be seen a single figure...a person who, on Earth, had seemed quite ordinary...a person who, just like the elderly dog, had just left Earth forever. This figure turned toward a group of the sad animals and extended outstretched palms. The sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed gently above them and all were bathed in a pure and golden light. Instantly, each was young and healthy again, just as they had been in the prime of life.

From within the gathering of pets waiting for their special people, a group of animals emerged and moved toward the pathway. As they came close to the passing figure, each bowed low and each received a tender pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. Their eyes grew even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name. Then, the newly-restored pets fell into line behind the figure and quietly followed this person to the Bridge, where they all crossed together.

The recent arrival who had been watching, was amazed. "What happened?"

"That was a rescuer," came the answer. "That person spent a lifetime trying to help pets of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of such unselfish work. They will cross when their families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are permitted to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor pets they couldn't place on Earth across the Rainbow Bridge. You see, all animals are special to them...just as they are special to all animals."

"I think I like rescuers," said the recent arrival.

"So does God," was the reply.

--Author Unknown--
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(From 3 Bunnies Rabbit Rescue website)

 

[JadeIcing]

:bigtears:That one always makes me cry.

 

[JimD]

The new setup

Toostie...being curious

...in the run next to Benji

Binkie was being a little snot and was sent to her pen after biting my ankles several times
...and the batteries went dead after this shot...the flash didn't work.

Rosie wasn't impressed with the photo-shoot at all

Brindle looking pretty..

Benji...eating...as usual

S'more...such a sweetie-lady

MooShu...the messy-bun

annnnd Chippy!

 

[Snuggys Mom]

Great new setup, Jim! I love it.

How can you make up such things about sweet little Binkie?! You know she never does any wrong!

Send her down here to me!