To better understand my situation, here’s a touch of optional backstory. Warning, this is fairly depressing stuff.
[Warning, contains depressing backstory]
I picked up my first rabbit, Peter, quite unexpectedly. After a bit of reading I found that rabbits like company of their own kind, so I took home a rabbit that had been dropped of at my store. The rabbit had been found abandoned on the side of a road by two girls, and they didn’t know what else to do with ‘him’. Ended up it was a girl. Peter, only being about 5 months old, had not been fixed yet, so they would remain seperated until he had been fixed. For the two weeks I had her, I would let them interact through her cage bars every few days and they seemed to hit it off great so I scheduled his neutering for the following Monday. Saddly, that weekend, she passed away after a sudden and severe onset of wry neck. Peter was devastated, even leaping over his cage bars in an attempt to reach her as she passed.
[End of depressing backstory]
Peter has been fixed for two weeks now, and I decided to start looking for a new partner for him. Partly to distract him from the loss of Muffin (aforementioned girl) and partly to get it out of the way before my fiance and I move out. (he will get a little less attention without my stay-home mother to well…mother him.)
I mentioned this to a co-worker the other day and it seems that her young son has a dwarf rex (about 2-3 years old, not neutered) that he has been…neglecting since he discovered the world of sports. A couple days later, I take home Max, a snuggly little lap warmer. Peter…does not like him.
I’ve got them both in severate rooms, and have been trying out the method of using stuffed animals that smell like the other rabbit (they ignore them completely) and just tried the ‘stress bonding’ method via the bathtub and my mp3 player. Seems they don’t like music very much… They tried to fight straight off, so I kept them at seperate sides and stood over them the whole time. Oddly, it is Peter who is the agressor. I figured the older male would be more trouble. They tried to bite eachother a couple more times, but I always seperated them before they could harm eachother. After a while, they just sat down and groomed themselves, or tried to hop out of the slippery tub. Whenever they grew aggitated, or nervous, I would start petting them until they quieted down. All in all, I think it went…ok, but I feel horrible. I had to seperate them several times and was just a bundle of nerves that they would hurt eachother.
I ended the 40 minute session with the boys ignoring eachother, and I took them back to their respective cages, loved them up a bit and gave them each a large leaf of romain lettuce.
I must say, this was really stressful for me! Is bonding males normally this nerve-wracking?