- Jul 26, 2010
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Our rabbit started taking gigantic long flying leaps through the air - he would land on my boyfriend's feet, my boyfriend had some fuzzy brown socks that to our rabbit looked like - a friendly girl rabbit with loose morals. THen the rabbit would start humping my boyfriend's feet with an impressive amount of gusto.
There was one rather embarrassing dinner party where our rabbit continuously threw himself at each guest in turn, only to be rebuffed repeatedly.
After a little while, it came to be that everything between bread loaf and Chevy Cavalier size, reminded him of a friendly girl rabbit. Even when the socks were off my boyfriend's feet, they were attractive.
In fact, at a point in time, we had to admit to each other that our rabbit was spending - well - most of his waking hours humping various things, and that he didn't really have any sleeping hours any more.
Our rabbit specialist vet recommended neutering our rabbit.
So I took him in, and of course I made sure I spent plenty of time regaling the staff with extremely descriptive stories of the rabbit's escapades. I didn't leave until I was sure the entire practice was collapsing on the floor wetting themselves and crying, they were laughing so hard.
We had some fairly amusing conversations about what sort of instruments you use for that surgery - the vet assured me that they were 'little tiny instruments', and a great time was had by all.
When the surgery was done and Bun was ready, I was kept late at work to deal with an emergency. The vet's office called saying Bun was done and ready to go.
I allowed as how I was stuck at work and the receptionist caught her breath, covered the phone mouthpiece and muttered something unintelligible, it seemed, to a large audience. Then she said very casually, 'Well....so....why don't you send your boyfriend over to get Bun?' She seemed very calm and casual about it, but despite my poor hearing, I had the distinct impression that I was hearing excited giggling from a number of different people in the background.
It was only later that I learned that the entire staff of the clinic stayed late, so that they could see, 'The Man Who Was Loved by Rabbits'.
The moral of the story? Neuter your rabbit - BEFORE you find your socks in an unwearable condition.
There was one rather embarrassing dinner party where our rabbit continuously threw himself at each guest in turn, only to be rebuffed repeatedly.
After a little while, it came to be that everything between bread loaf and Chevy Cavalier size, reminded him of a friendly girl rabbit. Even when the socks were off my boyfriend's feet, they were attractive.
In fact, at a point in time, we had to admit to each other that our rabbit was spending - well - most of his waking hours humping various things, and that he didn't really have any sleeping hours any more.
Our rabbit specialist vet recommended neutering our rabbit.
So I took him in, and of course I made sure I spent plenty of time regaling the staff with extremely descriptive stories of the rabbit's escapades. I didn't leave until I was sure the entire practice was collapsing on the floor wetting themselves and crying, they were laughing so hard.
We had some fairly amusing conversations about what sort of instruments you use for that surgery - the vet assured me that they were 'little tiny instruments', and a great time was had by all.
When the surgery was done and Bun was ready, I was kept late at work to deal with an emergency. The vet's office called saying Bun was done and ready to go.
I allowed as how I was stuck at work and the receptionist caught her breath, covered the phone mouthpiece and muttered something unintelligible, it seemed, to a large audience. Then she said very casually, 'Well....so....why don't you send your boyfriend over to get Bun?' She seemed very calm and casual about it, but despite my poor hearing, I had the distinct impression that I was hearing excited giggling from a number of different people in the background.
It was only later that I learned that the entire staff of the clinic stayed late, so that they could see, 'The Man Who Was Loved by Rabbits'.
The moral of the story? Neuter your rabbit - BEFORE you find your socks in an unwearable condition.
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