My first bun was a rescue of sorts I guess! I was about 8 years old and had been pestering my Dad for months about a rabbit. Deciding that the hutches they sold in pet shops were overpriced, he set about building me one
It was HUGE! Our bin man noticed that he was building a hutch, and asked if he wanted a rabbit. Turns out he "collected" unwanted animals, so I guess kind of ran an unofficial rescue. He had all sorts of animals in for re-homing, from horses to snakes and hamsters! :shock: She was a big white bunny with red eyes, and he'd found her thrown out with the rubbish
:shock:
I was a bit disappointed, as I'd had visions of this cute fluffy baby bunny, and ended up with a large agressive doe, who used to bite me and chase me round the garden, nipping at my ankles! :lol: I spent the next 8 years trying to "tame" her and get her to sit on my lap and have cuddles - needless to say I got scratched and bitten LOTS! :lol::lol:
Looking back now, she was probably unspeyed (We had no idea back then about speying or neutering
), which would explain the aggression. She was with us for about 8 years before she died, and was grumpy till the day she died, bless her, but I loved her anyway