I had never really planned on getting a rabbit. I had looked at them (just to see) in Petland, and such, and wondered what it was like to have one. I have to admit, they were sort of intimidating, despite how cute they are. The teeth, much stronger than my old rats. I didn't know much about them, besides the baby bunnies my dad had brought home while I was young because he had accidentally killed their mother. (He's a landscaper and was mowing a lawn.)
But then my dad brought me home another baby bunny, this fall. (2009) My dad's employee had claimed he had accidentally hit it with the weed-whipper. It was a lie. He had actually planned to bring the poor baby home and tame her for his child. My dad told him he was crazy, and that he shouldn't be doing that.
Not knowing really what to do with the bunny now that he was in possession of it, he had feared it was too young. (At this point we were all pretty clueless of rabbits.) She was far too young to live on her own yet, so I put her in the cage my rats used to live in (i cleaned it out of course), with newspaper on the bottom, and a bowl of water. Then I researched wild bunnies.
I quickly grew in knowledge about wild rabbits. I knew I was not keeping her (we just assumed she was a girl). We were just to keep her until she was a little larger.
We dubbed her Almond, but since she ate so much, I pretty much renamed her "Fatty". Every day, I went in our pesticide-free yard and picked her grass, clovers, and dandelions.
Three times a day. Morning. After school. And before bed.
A week or two later, we released her safely in the yard. We're pretty sure she is still there.
After this, I had grown interested in rabbits. I told my mom that I wanted one. I had done the research. She said I had taken wonderful care of Fatty, so that I could adopt one.
We went to Huron Valley Humane Society, and there I found a tri-coloured rex. He was large, but he seemed sweet. Until he bucked at me when I tried to pet him- obviously cage aggressive. I was still tempted though.
Until the next day we visited him. He was a boy (which I had known), but I was not prepared for the the sight I was to behold (if you know what I mean). I decided not to adopt him, plus he was an older rabbit. I needed a different one for a first rabbit.
He was adopted a few days after.
I didn't bring up rabbits for a long time with my parents. I felt discouraged, but then I went on the Huron Valley Humane Society website one day. I saw the cutest tortoiseshell lop ever! I begged my mom to go see her (Hershey), and we did. She seemed sweet, but there were three other rabbits.
I asked one of the humane society volunteers which was the sweetest rabbit, because now I was debating on either Hershey or Melody (they were clearly related, though Melody was much lighter). The volunteer said "Alice". The four year old black drawf, tipped white. (I don't know what this colour is called.)
I was a little unsure because she hadn't seemed too friendly, but I held her anyways. She was so sweet! She sat willingly in my arms for half an hour. I wanted her. I felt a connection with her. My mom, and the volunteer said to think deeply about it, because soon I'll be off to college, and they're hard work.
I knew that, for by this time, I had learned SO much about rabbits. I begged my dad to take me seriously and agree.
They finally did. We went and bought her toys and litter and everything else she needed. I was so excited, I couldn't stop grinning on the drive with my mom and Aunt Corey to the humane society.
When we got there, the paper on her cage said... "Adopted"...
I was sooo devastated. I cried and cried, and turned to my mom and couldn't stop saying no. I had known it was going to happen. It was just my luck. I couldn't stay there. I ran out, and sat in the car.
I started desperately searching petfinder on my phone, still crying. I couldn't stop. If I couldn't have Alice, I wanted to find a rabbit I could give my love to. None caught my eye.
My mom came to the car, and told me that the lady at the desk said that Melody was pretty sweet, and asked if I would like to hold her. Holding in my tears, I agreed, and we went in, avoiding looking at Alice. The lady brought Melody out, and sat her in my arms.
I smiled. She was cute, despite how she was shedding all over me. I was really considering adopting her. She was sniffing me curiously, when suddenly, she bites me. Hard.
I couldn't help but break into tears again. I told the lady to take her, and said I didn't want her. We left soon after.
While in the car, my Aunt Corey called The Michigan Humane Society in Westland. She asked if they had any nice rabbits.
They had two. Sarah and Evan, who liked to be petted.
We went home, and agreed to go see them after looking at pictures my Aunt Corey took in Hawaii. While they did that, I looked at pictures on petfinder.com of Sarah and Evan. They were cute.
I was afraid they'd get adopted before we got there, so I bugged my mom, and we finally headed out. Right as we walked in the door of the MHS, I noticed rabbits to the left room. We went in, and I was greeted with three rabbit cages. Evan - who I voted against due to the fact he was a male and I wanted a female-,Polo, and Sarah.
My attention was on the cute bun, Sarah. I watched her, holding in tears (I was still emotional from the Alice ordeal from earlier) and shaking (out of fear that Sarah would bite me when I got to meet her). My mom filled out tons of papers, and we were finally able to take her in another room and socialize.
As we got in the room, we noticed people looking around in the rabbit room. We had gotten there just in time. Sarah was a curious, sweet bunny. I really liked her. My mom asked if I wanted her. I thought about it a good long time. I finally decided yeah, and we brought her home. It took me forever to decide a name. I didn't want it to be three syllables, because that was too long. But one name stuck.
Solara. (from the movie "The Book of Eli".)
The next day, after stroking her and spending time with my new bun, Solara, I realised I didn't regret not getting Alice. She had gotten a good home. Solara belonged with me, and I love her. I always will. I believe Alice got adopted so that I could find my beautiful bun
That is the story on how I adopted Solara This happened pretty recently, during January. A day or two before the 29th.
More blog entries coming soon My fingers hurt. (I typed this all on my phone, because I'm fixing a nasty virus on my laptop right now! This is also why I don't have any pictures posted yet.)
But then my dad brought me home another baby bunny, this fall. (2009) My dad's employee had claimed he had accidentally hit it with the weed-whipper. It was a lie. He had actually planned to bring the poor baby home and tame her for his child. My dad told him he was crazy, and that he shouldn't be doing that.
Not knowing really what to do with the bunny now that he was in possession of it, he had feared it was too young. (At this point we were all pretty clueless of rabbits.) She was far too young to live on her own yet, so I put her in the cage my rats used to live in (i cleaned it out of course), with newspaper on the bottom, and a bowl of water. Then I researched wild bunnies.
I quickly grew in knowledge about wild rabbits. I knew I was not keeping her (we just assumed she was a girl). We were just to keep her until she was a little larger.
We dubbed her Almond, but since she ate so much, I pretty much renamed her "Fatty". Every day, I went in our pesticide-free yard and picked her grass, clovers, and dandelions.
Three times a day. Morning. After school. And before bed.
A week or two later, we released her safely in the yard. We're pretty sure she is still there.
After this, I had grown interested in rabbits. I told my mom that I wanted one. I had done the research. She said I had taken wonderful care of Fatty, so that I could adopt one.
We went to Huron Valley Humane Society, and there I found a tri-coloured rex. He was large, but he seemed sweet. Until he bucked at me when I tried to pet him- obviously cage aggressive. I was still tempted though.
Until the next day we visited him. He was a boy (which I had known), but I was not prepared for the the sight I was to behold (if you know what I mean). I decided not to adopt him, plus he was an older rabbit. I needed a different one for a first rabbit.
He was adopted a few days after.
I didn't bring up rabbits for a long time with my parents. I felt discouraged, but then I went on the Huron Valley Humane Society website one day. I saw the cutest tortoiseshell lop ever! I begged my mom to go see her (Hershey), and we did. She seemed sweet, but there were three other rabbits.
I asked one of the humane society volunteers which was the sweetest rabbit, because now I was debating on either Hershey or Melody (they were clearly related, though Melody was much lighter). The volunteer said "Alice". The four year old black drawf, tipped white. (I don't know what this colour is called.)
I was a little unsure because she hadn't seemed too friendly, but I held her anyways. She was so sweet! She sat willingly in my arms for half an hour. I wanted her. I felt a connection with her. My mom, and the volunteer said to think deeply about it, because soon I'll be off to college, and they're hard work.
I knew that, for by this time, I had learned SO much about rabbits. I begged my dad to take me seriously and agree.
They finally did. We went and bought her toys and litter and everything else she needed. I was so excited, I couldn't stop grinning on the drive with my mom and Aunt Corey to the humane society.
When we got there, the paper on her cage said... "Adopted"...
I was sooo devastated. I cried and cried, and turned to my mom and couldn't stop saying no. I had known it was going to happen. It was just my luck. I couldn't stay there. I ran out, and sat in the car.
I started desperately searching petfinder on my phone, still crying. I couldn't stop. If I couldn't have Alice, I wanted to find a rabbit I could give my love to. None caught my eye.
My mom came to the car, and told me that the lady at the desk said that Melody was pretty sweet, and asked if I would like to hold her. Holding in my tears, I agreed, and we went in, avoiding looking at Alice. The lady brought Melody out, and sat her in my arms.
I smiled. She was cute, despite how she was shedding all over me. I was really considering adopting her. She was sniffing me curiously, when suddenly, she bites me. Hard.
I couldn't help but break into tears again. I told the lady to take her, and said I didn't want her. We left soon after.
While in the car, my Aunt Corey called The Michigan Humane Society in Westland. She asked if they had any nice rabbits.
They had two. Sarah and Evan, who liked to be petted.
We went home, and agreed to go see them after looking at pictures my Aunt Corey took in Hawaii. While they did that, I looked at pictures on petfinder.com of Sarah and Evan. They were cute.
I was afraid they'd get adopted before we got there, so I bugged my mom, and we finally headed out. Right as we walked in the door of the MHS, I noticed rabbits to the left room. We went in, and I was greeted with three rabbit cages. Evan - who I voted against due to the fact he was a male and I wanted a female-,Polo, and Sarah.
My attention was on the cute bun, Sarah. I watched her, holding in tears (I was still emotional from the Alice ordeal from earlier) and shaking (out of fear that Sarah would bite me when I got to meet her). My mom filled out tons of papers, and we were finally able to take her in another room and socialize.
As we got in the room, we noticed people looking around in the rabbit room. We had gotten there just in time. Sarah was a curious, sweet bunny. I really liked her. My mom asked if I wanted her. I thought about it a good long time. I finally decided yeah, and we brought her home. It took me forever to decide a name. I didn't want it to be three syllables, because that was too long. But one name stuck.
Solara. (from the movie "The Book of Eli".)
The next day, after stroking her and spending time with my new bun, Solara, I realised I didn't regret not getting Alice. She had gotten a good home. Solara belonged with me, and I love her. I always will. I believe Alice got adopted so that I could find my beautiful bun
That is the story on how I adopted Solara
This happened pretty recently, during January. A day or two before the 29th.More blog entries coming soon
My fingers hurt. (I typed this all on my phone, because I'm fixing a nasty virus on my laptop right now! This is also why I don't have any pictures posted yet.)
