PixieStixxxx
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Chapter One: How I got Spank <3
When I was 16, I signed up for a "Work Experience" class, because I wanted to work with animals. Now my number one choice was the SPCA, but I was told highschool students have been banned from the SPCA due to some conflicts. Earlier that year, I was the captain of one of the SPCA's fundraising teams, so when the manager found out I wanted to "work" at the SPCA for a week, he allowed me to do my work experience there.
Oh I was sooooo excited!! But even on day 1, I was drawn to the bunny room. I just couldn't leave!! I met some of the amazing bunny volunteers, and all of them asked me "Have you met Olga?" "No, I haven't" "Well just be a little becareful, she's not too fond of younger people hovering over the buns".
I met Olga on the second day of my work experience day. I kept my distance from her, because my work experience teacher kept reminding me if I screwed up or p*ssed anyone off, then I would be soley responsible for having all highschool students banned once again.
Exactly 15 min. before my day was up, I heard yelling come from inside the bunny room. I walked over there, and found Olga screaming over her phone. She hung up, and I asked what was wrong. She told me the four bunnies on the floor - let me go back a step. The shelter was already full of bunnies, but four more came and they had to be placed in guinea pig cages on the floor. The man in changed of all lower mainland SPCA's - Bob Busch- decided to drop by, saw the four buns, and had them ordered to be put down. Now it was 4:45, they were going to be put down at 5:30. Everybody she was calling was not picking up, and she was desperately running out of time.
I looked at the four bunnies - Mimi, a 3 year old dwarf Himalayin, Diesel, a 4 month old New Zealand, Cabby - a 3 month old Netherland Dwarf, and Spank - a 2 month old Himalayin Lop-Eared Cross. Spank ran from the other side of his cage and sniffed my finger, and looked at me with those beady little brown eyes. The dilemna! "My parents would KILL me!" But at the same time, I knew deep down that he was mine.
I convinced my mom over the phone, with a "He'll be gone in two weeks, I swear". And so I brought him home. Glen was the only one who picked up his phone, he was on his way to a party but he quickly turned his car around and raced to the shelter. He took Diesel. Cabby was taken home by another volunteer. And Olga squeezed in poor Mimi in her shelter.
That night, I had him in bed with me. I checked him over and found cuts, bruises, and dried blood. He had been abused. The person who found him, said he was slowly stepping around as if he was afraid of everything. So it was easy to catch him. My brother and my dad came in, and little Spank flipped out. He became deathly afraid and started attacking. He did this with all boys.
The next couple of days, I noticed something wasn't right. He'd be asleep in my lap, or next to me in bed. Then his eyes would shoot open, he'd jump up, shake his head, then start running in circles trying to attack everything in his way - including me. He went to the vet, and we discoved he had bipolar disorder. I refused to put him on any drugs, and decided the best cure was some tough TLC.
Spank grew up in my foster care to a teenager, and I knew there was no way I could give him up. Then I got that call, the call that he had a foster family lined up for him. At first, I pretended to be happy. I called them to ensure they knew he needed special care, and he was already making progress. "And if there was any reason you didn't want him anymore, just give me a call, leave him in a cage on your doorstep and I'll came get him. I don't need a reason, you don't need to talk to me, just leave him on the doorstep and I'll come get him."
Olga took him to get neutered, and I said my goodbyes with a fade full of tears. He had his surgery the next day, and so I called Olga the day after to see how he was doing. "He's not doing so well... he refuses to eat, move, and he seems really depressed." My heart just died the second I heard that, and then I got really sick. I called everyday for the next week. She had to force feed him and everything. I called once more to confess that I didn't want to give him and I wanted to see him. She brought him over that weekend - I opened the box with a piece of romaine lettuce on my lap, and Spank jumped out of the box, onto my lap and engulfed the romaine in just a couple mouthfuls <3
Olga asked me to return to the shelter as a bunny volunteer that night. Spank had clearly changed my life. My whole life revolves around bunnies. I'm hugely involved with bunnies at most shelters, now I house a total of five, and I want to be a bunny vet.
Spank just turned two this month =]
Here's him taking a break from a long day's run:
I caught him on the bed this morning!
When I was 16, I signed up for a "Work Experience" class, because I wanted to work with animals. Now my number one choice was the SPCA, but I was told highschool students have been banned from the SPCA due to some conflicts. Earlier that year, I was the captain of one of the SPCA's fundraising teams, so when the manager found out I wanted to "work" at the SPCA for a week, he allowed me to do my work experience there.
Oh I was sooooo excited!! But even on day 1, I was drawn to the bunny room. I just couldn't leave!! I met some of the amazing bunny volunteers, and all of them asked me "Have you met Olga?" "No, I haven't" "Well just be a little becareful, she's not too fond of younger people hovering over the buns".
I met Olga on the second day of my work experience day. I kept my distance from her, because my work experience teacher kept reminding me if I screwed up or p*ssed anyone off, then I would be soley responsible for having all highschool students banned once again.
Exactly 15 min. before my day was up, I heard yelling come from inside the bunny room. I walked over there, and found Olga screaming over her phone. She hung up, and I asked what was wrong. She told me the four bunnies on the floor - let me go back a step. The shelter was already full of bunnies, but four more came and they had to be placed in guinea pig cages on the floor. The man in changed of all lower mainland SPCA's - Bob Busch- decided to drop by, saw the four buns, and had them ordered to be put down. Now it was 4:45, they were going to be put down at 5:30. Everybody she was calling was not picking up, and she was desperately running out of time.
I looked at the four bunnies - Mimi, a 3 year old dwarf Himalayin, Diesel, a 4 month old New Zealand, Cabby - a 3 month old Netherland Dwarf, and Spank - a 2 month old Himalayin Lop-Eared Cross. Spank ran from the other side of his cage and sniffed my finger, and looked at me with those beady little brown eyes. The dilemna! "My parents would KILL me!" But at the same time, I knew deep down that he was mine.
I convinced my mom over the phone, with a "He'll be gone in two weeks, I swear". And so I brought him home. Glen was the only one who picked up his phone, he was on his way to a party but he quickly turned his car around and raced to the shelter. He took Diesel. Cabby was taken home by another volunteer. And Olga squeezed in poor Mimi in her shelter.
That night, I had him in bed with me. I checked him over and found cuts, bruises, and dried blood. He had been abused. The person who found him, said he was slowly stepping around as if he was afraid of everything. So it was easy to catch him. My brother and my dad came in, and little Spank flipped out. He became deathly afraid and started attacking. He did this with all boys.
The next couple of days, I noticed something wasn't right. He'd be asleep in my lap, or next to me in bed. Then his eyes would shoot open, he'd jump up, shake his head, then start running in circles trying to attack everything in his way - including me. He went to the vet, and we discoved he had bipolar disorder. I refused to put him on any drugs, and decided the best cure was some tough TLC.
Spank grew up in my foster care to a teenager, and I knew there was no way I could give him up. Then I got that call, the call that he had a foster family lined up for him. At first, I pretended to be happy. I called them to ensure they knew he needed special care, and he was already making progress. "And if there was any reason you didn't want him anymore, just give me a call, leave him in a cage on your doorstep and I'll came get him. I don't need a reason, you don't need to talk to me, just leave him on the doorstep and I'll come get him."
Olga took him to get neutered, and I said my goodbyes with a fade full of tears. He had his surgery the next day, and so I called Olga the day after to see how he was doing. "He's not doing so well... he refuses to eat, move, and he seems really depressed." My heart just died the second I heard that, and then I got really sick. I called everyday for the next week. She had to force feed him and everything. I called once more to confess that I didn't want to give him and I wanted to see him. She brought him over that weekend - I opened the box with a piece of romaine lettuce on my lap, and Spank jumped out of the box, onto my lap and engulfed the romaine in just a couple mouthfuls <3
Olga asked me to return to the shelter as a bunny volunteer that night. Spank had clearly changed my life. My whole life revolves around bunnies. I'm hugely involved with bunnies at most shelters, now I house a total of five, and I want to be a bunny vet.
Spank just turned two this month =]
Here's him taking a break from a long day's run:
I caught him on the bed this morning!
