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2 Pairs Becoming 1 Warren

Published July 13, 2012 by minilophop

Background: I have been trying to bond my two pairs of rabbits since March of this year. I moved Becky and Gary to live in the same room as Sophie and Houdini. The room is split into two halves with a small “no-buns land” in the middle so they can’t fight through the bars. I alternate who gets let out to run with both couples getting run time each evening. At first they would take every opportunity to fight in passing, but if they fought they would forfeit their run time. Soon they learned to hop by the other pen without stopping. Sometimes they still fuss with each other at the bars. Gary managed to pull out one of Sophie’s whiskers last month, but that has been the only injury and she’s fine now. I was starting to lose hope that they could ever tolerate each other. My goal is to be able to let them all out at the same time.

I just have to share, I’m so proud of the kids! Last night I was cleaning in the living room with Sophie and Houdini out running. When I vacuumed in the bun room it got Becky and Gary all riled up, so they opened their gate and came out to attack the poop thief. I was so happy to see Becky attacking with her normal gusto! I’m probably the only one to praise their rabbit for going nuts on the vacuum. :P

 Then, even better, Gary and Becky decided to go out to the living room to check things out. I watched closely. When Gary went over to the little table Sophie and Houdini were lounging under I was right there and coached them. “Be nice, good bunny, Sophie nice, Gary nice”. And they were!

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There was some sniffing, then Gary and Becky went back to their room. Sophie followed, but went to her room! I was so proud of them that everyone got treats!

It has been a long haul but I think I see a light at the end of the tunnel! Now lets hope it is not a train. :biggrin2:

Bunderground Railroad Transport

Published July 9, 2012 by minilophop

I know, I’m a sucker for a hard luck story. I just can’t help myself when an animal is in desperate need because humans are idiots and irresponsible. There were 11 rabbits in Florida that had a death date of today. I found out on Friday that the clock was ticking very quickly because the shelter didn’t have any room. I really didn’t want any more animals, but the tiny little faces!

It was so hard to narrow the choices, but we are taking in two:

The Dutch is a female about 1 yr old very sweet easy to pick up and loves to run around owner turned in moving. The Large black and white (black around eyes) super easy-going male is a big cuddle bug also turned in by owner due to moving he is 4 yrs old.

I named the female Bunnicula and the male Panda.

My wonderful friend Anne has agreed to take this pair:

Our bonded pair, Mojo(all brown) and Puma (white and brown) they are brothers 1yr 8mos turned in due to the owner having cancer.

Ok, cancer is a pretty good excuse to have to give up an animal. A rescue would have been preferable, but the person clearly has their hands full and was trying to do the right thing. Moving? That is a stupid reason! Would you consider leaving a child behind when you move? How about your TV? I hate ignorant people!

So, these poor rabbits are in Florida and I’m in Pennsylvania. It’s a wee bit of a problem. Luckily there are some wonderfully dedicated animal people out there that are willing to run the bundergound railroad transport. One person will go from Florida to Georgia, then another from Georgia to North Carolina. Then someone who is on business in North Carolina lives in Delaware, so I can get them there. They are also going to take one of the buns and one was rescued from another source.

This is the cutie the family in Delaware will be adopting, Pogo.

Out of the 11, 4 are going to die today without a miracle.

This little brown rabbit was dumped in the night box covered in bites. He’s now happy and healthy, but out of time. His name is Brownie.

These are the three amigos, brothers. Mini rex/Lionhead mixes. They are small bunnies with big hearts, but they are going to die because their owner was an irresponsible breeder. They ended up with too many animals and turned these into the shelter.

How can people be so heartless and cruel?  As humans, who domesticated these animals, we bear the responsibility to care for these tiny souls. They didn’t ask to be born. They can’t fend for themselves. How can a person look into their eyes and tell them they have to die because of someone else’s selfishness?

The more bunnies I meet, the less I like people.

UPDATE: Everyone has been saved!!! The three amigos have found a kind person who will take in all three. I will be fostering Brownie for about a month until his new mom is ready.

All of the transport drivers are in place and will be delivering the rabbits to their new homes starting next weekend. They are all getting spayed/neutered this week and preparing for travel. Thank you so very much to everyone involved in saving these wonderful rabbits! The generosity of strangers working together to save everyone has renewed my faith in people.

If a Shelter Bunny Could Talk

Published July 8, 2012 by minilophop

I found this on fosterbunnies.com  You might want a tissue.

If a Shelter Bunny Could Talk

Hello, I am a little bunny that is sitting in a shelter now and I don’t know what I did to end up here. Or maybe I do. I don’t want to give my real name as I am ashamed of my situation. Though it must be my own fault I guess. So call me Joe. Joe the bunny.

Me and my friends that sit here everyday want to share our stories so that other bunny rabbits out there know to be good so they don’t end up here with us. We sit in our little cages now and know our time is coming. You see we suffer from a terrible terminal illness. Its as deadly as cancer and sometimes even faster moving. Our terminal illness is called Unloved and Unwanted. I know I’m dying and I know its soon. There is only a very very small chance that someone will ever come to see me and want to take me home and save me from my terrible fate. But I stopped hoping for that a long time ago. Now I just sit quietly and wait… my suffering will end. One way or another.

Oh but if I ever get that chance I will know to be the bestest behaved bunny ever! I really will, I SWEAR I WILL! I know now that its my own fault I was brought here. I know now that I never should have gotten so excited about my food that I would accidentally bite my peoples hands. I know I was wrong. And it doesn’t matter that my people sometimes forgot to feed me for days. I should have behaved better. Maybe if I was a good bunny they would have fed me more often? It was my fault I know. And I really did try my best to ration my water and make it last until it was filled again sometime next week but I was sooo hungry I put whatever was available in my tummy. I was greedy and I’m so sorry for that. And it doesn’t matter if I was confused about where my litter box was because my whole cage was always dirty. I should have held it in and not gone to the bathroom in my cage. Maybe if I had done that they wouldn’t have been so disgusted by me and my house when they came to clean it once a month? I wish I had been better about that too. My own fault. And who was I to be upset about not ever coming out to play? Really I asked to much. I guess to need just a little exercise. After all my owner was only 8 yrs old and not her fault she didn’t want to let me out to play. Really, it was all my fault. I was selfish.

And though I pray someone will some day soon save me from my fate I don’t think anyone is coming for a badly behaved bunny like me. I’ll get what I deserve soon. The clock on the wall beside is always ticking at me. Tomorrow…. then next day…. soon, I know I’m dying.

So I can only hope to try to save other bunnies from my fate. I hope that all the bunnies in the land read my letter and remember “You are the bunny. You must behave right or else.” But alas I know most bunnies simply cant help themselves. We are just bunnies after all. So to the humans that may read my story I ask that if you ever should decide to come to our rescue we will ask for little but I guess more than we deserve…

We ask for just a small area to call our own. Look around you now. There may just be a corner you could squeeze a cage in. We don’t need a whole room or house, just a little room. And I know it may be a lot to ask but we do so love to stretch our legs. So maybe if you could find it in your heart to let us out to play for just a little bit everyday… It doesn’t have to be hours and hours. We’ve been in these little cages so long anything would be heaven. Some of us have never had play time. We ask if it isn’t too much trouble for just a little food everyday. We don’t eat much. And if you felt so inclined to let us try some hay that too would be heaven. I’ve heard talk of this “hay” thing but I’ve never tried it. It sounds delicious. And most of all, though we obviously don’t deserve it, or we wouldn’t be here … it would mean the world to little ones like us to know the feeling of a kind and gentle hand touching us. An affectionate head pat … a soft cheek rub and maybe, just maybe, a kind word or two. Maybe if we try really hard you may just some day say “I love you”… that would be heaven … and I would be good.

 

Rosalind Glousher
Rabbit Rescue Inc,
Ontario, Canada

Socks on Hocks

Published July 2, 2012 by minilophop

Ghirardelli has a new nickname, socks on hocks. The poor boy is struggling to hold on to his dignity. He has always had little bald spots on his heels from poor breeding. From running like a maniac on the carpet he irritated the spots and made them all red. I was concerned they might get infected so I started to research how to help. I put layers of blankets down in his room with soft fleece on top. He gets bag balm, an intense moisturizer to the spots daily to keep them soft and protected a bit. When they are red I put Neosporin and A&D cream on them then cover with socks. I use newborn baby socks and lightly hold in place with vet wrap. The key is to make sure it is not too tight and impeding circulation. At first he was not thrilled with the process, but he has learned that socks equal freedom and a cheerio, so he puts up with it. His feet have healed up so now he just has to wear his socks when he’s ripping around the house, usually with Andre.

Getting cream and socks on:

Cheerio!

What have you done to my feet?

Time to RUN!!!!!

Now I’m used to my socks.

Bunnies in Baskets – Therapy Rabbits

Published June 29, 2012 by minilophop

Rebecca and Ghirardelli have been approved to be therapy rabbits! Bunnies in baskets is a non-profit organization that helps to educate rabbit handlers on how to have successful interactions with people in a therapeutic setting. We go to the Chester County Senior Center to visit. Everyone has such a great time. Joshua went with us on our first visit to take photos.

People light up when they see the bunnies in the basket. Surprise and joy flow across their face. They share stories of rabbits they have known in their lives. Becky just melts into people soaking up all the love. Gary is such a clown and loves to entertain. I have started to bring his rattle because people find it so funny when he tosses it around and then looks at them all cheeky.

                                  

Sophie Bee Rabbit

Published June 29, 2012 by minilophop

Sophie Bee

  • Rabbit, New Zealand/Flemish Giant Mix
  • Red
  • Female, Spayed
  • DOB ~ 2009 Gotcha 05-March-2012
  • Likes- FOOD! running all over the living room
  • Dislikes- hugs and cats

After Cinderella passed Houdini went into a deep depression. He would lay in the door to their burrow with his chin on the floor. He wouldn’t eat, drink, or groom himself. I was worried we would lose him in days if we didn’t do something. I looked at petfinder and we found a couple big beautiful ladies looking for a man.

Pepper and Sophie were abandoned when they grew too large and the children grew bored. Who would get a New Zealand/Flemish GIANT if they wanted a small rabbit? Houdini met Pepper first. There was no love there, Houdini nipped at her. Then we tried her sister, Sophie. Everything changed instantly! He started to groom himself and slid right up to her. They bonded right away.

         

Sophie is a very opinionated girl, I love her sassyness! If the cats get too close she grunts and charges at them. If I pick her up for hugs she grunts at me too, I just kiss her nose which makes her madder. She will settle on my lap for 30 minutes or so before demanding to romp. I’m very happy that she no longer finches when I pet her ears. I think she had some bad experiences with people so it took a while for her to trust. She got her middle name because she loves to buzz around the living room like a bee, sniffing this and chinning that.

She gave me a little scare. It took two weeks to get her in for her spay. Two days before she started nesting! Turns out it was a false pregnancy since Houdini is neutered. Thank goodness!