I miss having a pet rabbit and hope to have another one someday. This week Matt needed to buy a new hockey stick, so we went to a store that just happened to have a pet store next door. Perfect. He can take his time perusing sticks and I can waste time falling in love with all the fury animals.
After I’d been in the pet shop only a short while, Matt joined me, defeated by the sport’s store’s lack of variety. We lingered near the exit, where (just by chance) a bin of baby dutch rabbits sat. Matt put his hand in and a black and white hopped over and began licking him. He looked up at me to see if I saw it, and I said joking “it’s coming home with us”. Expecting him to respond with criticism, I was met with his puppy dog eyes saying “really?” Although I do have a hutch, and making home for a baby bunny wouldn’t be that difficult for me on a whim, I pride myself on not being one of those people who buys animals without preparing thoroughly. I had to laugh at the thought of bringing home a new pet unexpectedly, and to that he responded “now or never”. When we eventually left it was bunny-less.
Regardless of what he said, I do think I’ll be getting another rabbit, but when the time is right, and I’m fully prepared.
Today I found this blog about a home with two rabbits.