I just wanted to let y’all know that I spent my Easter over at Save A Bunny helping out.
The buns are doing terrific. Even poor Lionel Barrymore is doing much better. He’ll be going in to see Dr. Harvey this week for some follow-up surgery and a little nose job.
There is an amazing group of 7 female Harlequin buns in one cage that are scared to death of people. It has become my personal goal to try and help socialize these buns. Half of my stay at the shelter was me sitting in their pen and playing a video on my phone while they investigated me from top to bottom. Apparently my shoes and the back waistband of my pants are the tastiest.
Marcy has also done a TERRIFIC job of finding more foster people for the buns (with the secret hope that they’ll fall in love with their bun and adopt them of course – but shhhhh!). I spent a little time with one of these new people showing her how to pick up a rabbit as she is left handed (as am I) and Marcy was having a little difficulty translating.
Things are moving but not all of the buns have come to Save A Bunny yet. For every one she manages to take in (either from the large rescue or elsewhere) another two aren’t saved. She did a phenomenal job of getting the word out before Easter about buns as presents and we are hoping that the flood of unwanted buns in another month or so will be a little reduced.
Oh, and I also got my ‘scoldings’ yesterday for what I was doing wrong. There are some things I learned at the HRS that Save A Bunny doesn’t do or does differently. But I don’t mind Marcy’s blunt attitude towards these matters – it makes sure nothing is mistaken.
I was there for 6 hours along with my girlfriend. We were tired, smelly and had more fur than clothes by the time we finished. And neither of us think we have ever had a more fulfilling Easter.
P.S. – I checked all the cages, just in case – but no eggs.