Let’s get the important stuff out of the way first, and then I’ll do some storytelling.
THIS RABBIT NEEDS A HOME.
A small, friendly, male rabbit (I believe he is a Netherland Dwarf) was found in the Washington Heights area of the City in Newburgh, NY, on July 3rd. He is white with black markings.
If you are the owner of this rabbit or if you have any information regarding his ownership, please contact me at email@example.com.
If you are interested in adopting this rabbit in the event that I cannot locate his owner, please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I will include a very attractive cage (Double Level Bunny Abode Condo from Leith Petwerks), a litter box, and any remaining rabbit supplies. I am willing to do a reasonable (let’s talk) amount of driving to deliver the rabbit and cage to a new home.
Okay, now on to the storytelling . . .
On Saturday morning, Evan and I were out walking in the neighborhood when Evan spotted a rabbit relaxing in the grass outside of our friends’ house around the corner from us. Knowing that they were on vacation (and knowing that they don’t have a rabbit, much less one that they let live in their yard!), we immediately concluded that this was someone’s lost pet.
Me, being an idiot who assumes all animals will instantly love and trust me, approached the bunny way too quickly, and he hopped away in fear. We went back to our house to get a crate and some fruit to use as a lure to catch him, but by the time we returned, the rabbit was long gone. We felt terrible, and spent the next 24 hours alternately worrying about the bunny, looking for the bunny, and trying to not think about the bunny—would he be hit by a car? Would a dog kill him? Would he starve?
I know that it’s a very strong possibility that this little guy was not “lost”, but released “into the wild” by someone who couldn’t care for him anymore. I used to do rat rescue, and I can’t tell you how many surrendered animals came from people who really and truly believed that letting a domesticated animal out into the wilderness was somehow humane. This couldn’t be further from the truth, sadly.
Yesterday evening, we were out walking the dogs, and as we passed the same friends’ house, there was the bunny, sleeping in the grass!! Right at that moment, our friends returned from vacation to the news that there was a rabbit in their garden—excitement abounded. We went home, got the crate and apples, and returned. The bunny was still there!
Everyone watched very quietly as I crept closer and closer to the rabbit. He was obviously scared, but he didn’t take off. Eventually, he approached me and took a piece of apple from my hand (then hopped off to eat it in private). After doing this a dozen times, he allowed me to pet his head. When I was sure he was calm and understood that I wasn’t a danger, I picked him up and put him in the crate. The crowd cheered! (Well, sort of. Everyone was happy to see the rabbit safe, and a lots of kids came over to check him out.)
The rabbit is now resting comfortably in our guest bedroom. He is in a luxurious, two-story condo, with a sheepskin rug, a litter box (he’s trained!), alfalfa pellets, Timothy hay, and organic dandelion leaves.
WE CANNOT KEEP THIS RABBIT. As much as we love animals and think this little guy is incredibly sweet, our lifestyle of traveling back and forth between our house and a tiny city apartment does not lend itself to rabbit ownership. Coupled with the fact that Evan is allergic to rabbits, it’s simply not possible. We really need to find him a home by the end of next weekend.
Please let me know if you or anyone you know would be interested in giving a new, loving home to this sweet rabbit (cage included!) in the event that I cannot locate his original owner. Feel free to link/Tweet/repost. Thank you.
UPDATE: The bunny is now back with his original owners. You can read a full update here!