Wow, it is hard to post and keep up with everything else that's going on!
Here's how I got my previous bunny:
When I was going to the University of Northern Colorado in Greeley, my girlfriend and I lived in the basement of a house and her brother lived upstairs with 5 of his friends. The Denver Broncos were in the Superbowl, so there was a major party happening upstairs. Two of those guys owned snakes...one of the snakes was a boa constrictor that was 7 or 8 feet long. They had purchases some rabbits for snake food, however, the rabbits were too big. The large snake was just playing with them, sqeezing them, etc. They had the last surviving rabbit in a smaller snake pen on the back porch. He'd been pretty messed up and was sitting in a puddle of his own excrement and urine. I asked what they were going to do with the poor guy and the jerk says that he's going into the superbowl chili. Over my dead body!
I rescued him, took him downstairs and gave him a bath, wrapped him in some towels. The poor thing was scared to death! I was a big metal head (it was the '80s) and I named him Stryper. He had white and gray bands. I'd post a pic, but all of my old pet picures are in storage, I think. Anyway, the squeezing did brain damage and he had bouts of epileptic seizures from time to time. Other than that, he was the most sweetest bunny I ever had. I had him for many, many years. I had to have him put to sleep when a particularly bad seizure broke his back. My mom drove me to the vet and I cried and cried. In fact, I'm getting a little teary now. *sniff*
Here's how I got my previous bunny:
When I was going to the University of Northern Colorado in Greeley, my girlfriend and I lived in the basement of a house and her brother lived upstairs with 5 of his friends. The Denver Broncos were in the Superbowl, so there was a major party happening upstairs. Two of those guys owned snakes...one of the snakes was a boa constrictor that was 7 or 8 feet long. They had purchases some rabbits for snake food, however, the rabbits were too big. The large snake was just playing with them, sqeezing them, etc. They had the last surviving rabbit in a smaller snake pen on the back porch. He'd been pretty messed up and was sitting in a puddle of his own excrement and urine. I asked what they were going to do with the poor guy and the jerk says that he's going into the superbowl chili. Over my dead body!
I rescued him, took him downstairs and gave him a bath, wrapped him in some towels. The poor thing was scared to death! I was a big metal head (it was the '80s) and I named him Stryper. He had white and gray bands. I'd post a pic, but all of my old pet picures are in storage, I think. Anyway, the squeezing did brain damage and he had bouts of epileptic seizures from time to time. Other than that, he was the most sweetest bunny I ever had. I had him for many, many years. I had to have him put to sleep when a particularly bad seizure broke his back. My mom drove me to the vet and I cried and cried. In fact, I'm getting a little teary now. *sniff*
The Flys—Got You (Where I Want You)
Name: LaDonna
