November 2013

Wilbur 3.25 lbs, DOB 05-2013

Wilbur is a feisty young puffball who loves people and attention. He will lick you and groom you and will tooth purr when he receives facial rubs. He can be a bit nippy if you try to pat him when he is eating and makes a little grunt. This is just part of his lively personality. He is better suited to older kids or adults that understand when to give him space. He is active and needs plenty of space to be happy so an ex pen or free range would be best. He loves Dandelions and needs a little help with eating more hay. He uses a litter box fairly well. He was found hanging around a family chicken coop so has not had the love and attention he deserves though he still has plenty of love to give. Please give Wilbur the home he so deserves.

"I like to think of myself as low in maintenance and high in entertainment."

"I like to think of myself as low in maintenance and high in entertainment."

Our newest foster, Hopscotch insists on speaking for herself and I wouldn’t dream of preventing her from doing so. Here’s her pitch…

I’m an adorable lion head house rabbit, a very special breed that came into being in Belgium. This means I speak English with a Dutch accent.

Far from Belgium and anything Dutch, I ended up for sale as an 8-week old baby and was bought by a young boy who feared for my life at a New England fair. He could not keep me.

Since then, more than a year later, I have been moved around a lot and grown wary about being picked up and even touched, so I would do best in an experienced home. Experienced means you are seasoned in caring for a rabbit like me, have patience, and don’t expect me jump on your lap and shower you with kisses. At least not right away. Don’t get me wrong I want to trust you–I just need time. I’ve been with my new foster mom and dad for nearly three weeks now and already taking treats from their fingers—bits of banana and their slow movements have enticed me to do so. Banana also happens to be my favorite thing next to Stella Artois, Guylian’s Chocolate Seashells, and Ridley’s “The Liz,” a road bike. (My foster mom is budding in here saying never give any type of beer or chocolate to a ‘bunny.’ She also says she’s never seen a ‘bunny’ ride a bike no matter how fantastically engineered it is).

Most rabbits, even Belgian ones like me use a litter box and I’m quite tidy—I like to think of myself as low in maintenance and high in entertainment. I am “a petite” at just 3½ pounds, but I’m a spry girl and prefer being kept in a pen so I can run its perimeter as fast as my little feet will carry me and do binkies. What’s a binky, you ask? In the language of a lagomorph, it’s when rabbits become so overwhelmed in glee, we jump into the air and twist our head and body in opposing directions—to a first time observer, it looks like we’re having some kind of convulsion. In reality, it’s actually a conniption, a form of hysterical frenzy.

Talking about binkies, do you know that cats can bink too? My foster mom sometimes straightens out my pen so I have access to most of the first floor. The only bit of mischief I get into is sneaking up on and startling the cat that often shares my pen—she binks straight up into the air!

After a great while of exploring the place, I begin to feel tired and climb up on my cardboard box tunnel. Like the bun diva that I am, I survey the room feeling secure and confident until I grow so sleepy that my eyes close and I fall asleep sitting up. How I love to have room to exercise, feel safe and be cared for. And, I find, I have developed a certain affinity for cats.

Won’t you consider adopting me as one of your companions—developing a bond with me, have me trust you? I’m so much fun to have around, I just need a permanent loving home in which to blossom.

Please contact House Rabbit Network to inquire about adopting me, the little caramel-colored rabbit with a Dutch accent and a lion’s mane.

Consider fostering too!

I’ll admit that one of the vexing things about rabbits is that it seems there is nothing they won’t chew on, and no danger they won’t eventually find. This, of course, is why we rabbit proof. But rabbit proofing isn’t an event, it’s a process. It’s an ongoing process, because sometimes our rabbit proofing measures are no match for our rabbits, and sometimes our rabbits go after things we never imagined they’d be interested in.

I have two rabbits. Harley has lived with me for almost five years, and Bonnie (HRN alum bun formerly known as Olive) joined the family a few months ago. I realize now how I took for granted Harley’s good behavior. He kept mostly to one room of the house, though he could have roamed if he’d wanted to; he didn’t jump onto the furniture; he didn’t risk his neck going after cords that were out of reach.

Bonnie, however, is an entirely different story. Bonnie has made herself the master of the house. Stairs do not deter her. Furniture does not intimidate her. She sees an out-of-reach cord as a test of her mettle. And if there is something she should not get into, you may rest assured that eventually she will get into it. Earlier today I had to fish her out of the fireplace. We had left the fire screen partway open, never imagining that a bunny would be tempted to hop through it. And the indignity she suffered while I cleaned her paws off afterward probably wouldn’t discourage her from trying it again — but unfortunately for her, the fireplace is now securely closed off.

What you see here is a bunny who has climbed up onto the back of our sectional, and who is now trying to decide which would be more fun: to chew on the cord, or use it to pull the lamp down.

What you see here is a bunny who has climbed up onto the back of our sectional and is now trying to decide which would be more fun: to chew on the cord, or use it to pull the lamp down.

Also alarming is the sinister influence she seems to have had on Harley. Of the two of them he is still by far the better behaved, but he has picked up some of her habits. Just a few weeks after Bonnie moved in, Harley began to follow her up onto the furniture. Now he has no scruples about jumping up there on his own.

Harley learned this trick from his girlfriend.

Harley learned this trick from his girlfriend.

So a couple of lessons in rabbit proofing that I’ve learned recently are: (a) A rabbit’s capacity for mischief can surprise you, and (b) even the saintliest of rabbits cannot always resist the allure of the devil.

What are your rabbit proofing horror or success stories? Please leave a comment and share your experiences!