Rescue

So the first thing I knew about rescue was that I had to get all these bunnies fixed, for 2 reasons. 1. I didn't need them mating in my house. I was full. 2. I didn't want them mating anywhere else, cause I might get the call to come get their babies.... and well, I was full.

The babies were growing, and I was getting desperate. They ate a lot. Food and furniture.


I learned of a place in West LA, called ABC, or Animal Birth Control. I spent a lot of time there... and a lot of $$$.

Everyone got fixed. And then my greetings became more determined. "Wanna bunny?" was everywhere. The school secretary got into it. She found 2 homes. The internet helped too.

Eventually I was left with Momma, Dad, Joe and Frank (who incidentally is a girl) I was madly in love with Joe and Frank, and well, Mom and Dad didn't stand a chance against the cute fuzzy babies, and well, I liked them too. Mom trusted me, totally, from the minute I caught her fuzzy butt. And Dad, well, he didn't hate me... and he loved Mom endlessly. Those 2 can't be out of sight from each other. They throw fits and break things. (I learned this the hard way, and a baby gate lost it's life for it.)

So, to sum up, Cookie, Victor, Mom, Dad, Joe and Frank. I loved them all, and they were all here to stay.