Hello!

[morgano]

I never thought I’d have a rabbit–sure, they are cute, but I’ve always had chinchillas, and never saw myself as a bunny mama.

I go to Petco often for bedding for my chinchillas, and once in a while head over to the dog section when I want to get something for my sister’s dogs.  They are on opposite ends of the store, so I normally always go left, where the small animal things are, rather than go right, where the dog things are.  One day I decided to get some greenies for my sister’s dogs, so headed right first, and came across a cage with a white rabbit in it.  He was just lounging there, and, of course, I thought, oh, how cute!  I stopped and looked at him for a while.  He had a “sheet” on him from the local Humane Society, stating his name was Morgan, and he was a surrendered bunny.  I thought, aw, he must’ve been bought as an Easter present and now that he is not a cute little baby bunny any more, his family gave him up to the Humane Society, who often has pet adoptions at our Petco.  I hoped someone would adopt him and then I went off to get the greenies and then crossing around to get bedding.

About a month later I am back and although I didn’t need to look at dog things, I went right for some reason.  There was Morgan again.  I read more of his sheet–his age was unknown, but he was obviously fully-grown, and his breed was unknown–just listed as “albino.”  As I was reading the sheet, he hopped on over.  I started talking to him–how cute he is, how could he still be here, etc.  A worker noticed and walked over and asked if I had any questions.  I told him no, and then the worker commented that Morgan was such a great rabbit, he was friendly and enjoyed being petted, which most rabbits don’t like.  He said whenever they came around to clean his cage he would always hop up to them and he was such a great rabbit, and that he would’ve taken him home already, if he could.  I just nodded and said that I hoped he found a good home.

But he stayed on my mind.  I started researching about bunnies and their care.  I wondered if we could handle having another animal in the home.  I did have an extra chinchilla cage in storage.  I kept thinking about him for a few days.

A week later, we were driving by and I had my son jump out and go in to Petco and see if Morgan was still there.  He came back and said he was.  So we parked and got out, and I decided to get Morgan.  We went in and asked to adopt him.  We were given the adoption papers, paid the adoption fee to the Humane Society, got a bag of food and a water bottle, and came home with our new friend.  I took him out of the box and held him as my son made up the cage, and Morgan started licking my arm, almost as if grateful to be taken home.  Although we were not crazy about the name Morgan, we continued to call him that as we thought that was what he was used to, although we used different variations:  Morgo, Morgano, Morganstein, Morgie, MorgiePorgiePuddingAndPie, MorgMorg, etc.

Six years later and he is still a part of family and has firmly grasped a piece of our heart  He is very friendly and loving (loves to rub up against us and lick us, almost like a dog), and mostly calm–he is easily startled whenever the phone rings, though–he thumps like crazy whenever the phone rings!  Luckily, we don’t get a lot of phone calls.  Otherwise, he’s an easy-going, laid-back bun.  

[Luna]

Hi! What a great story . When I was reading it, I was surprised when I came across the part that said “six years later and he is still a part of the family” because it sounded like it all happened just yesterday!

[Bladesmith]

Rescued Bunny! Yay for Morgan! Yay you!

[morgano]

Thanks, Bladesmith and Luna!

Luna, your avatar looks a lot like my other bun, Evie! Unfortunately, she passed away a couple of years ago, but she looked exactly like the bun in your avatar!

She, too, was found, just hopping around outside my aunty’s apartment complex. She was a wee one at the time, and my aunty took her to every single apartment, knocking on doors, trying to find out who owned her. But no one claimed her. She had no idea where the bun came from, but took her in and raised for about 3 years, until my grandma had gotten really ill. My aunty took in my grandma’s dog, and the two did not get along. So, a few months after I had gotten Morgan, and I was visiting my grandma, we were telling her about Morgan, and my aunty overheard us and asked if we would take in her rabbit since it did not get along with the dog. So that’s how we ended up with Evie. She was a lop and had dark, soft, soft fur, so dark, that you had a hard time seeing where her eyes were–couldn’t tell if she was facing me or not! She was fierce and very aggressive–she lunged at my son whenever he tried to feed her, jumped on Morgan’s head a number of times when we’d let them have shared playing time, and she would regularly beat up my grandma’s dog by pounding her paw into his head, sending him off whimpering (which is why my aunty wanted me to take her). She would often stomp when having to be put back in her cage after play time, or if you did not give her her lettuce fast enough, when she could smell it (we always had to feed her first, before Morgan, or she’d throw a stomping fit!). But, with me, she was very calm. She’d completely flatten herself out next to me, wiggle her way under my arm, so it’d be resting on top of her, and just fall asleep like that. Such a sweetie. To me, at least!

So, yes, for a few years there, I was as bun mom to two, after never have even thought of owning rabbits! The last couple of years it’s just been Morgan, but we often fondly remember Evie and her antics, her strong personality, and her stomps! Your picture just brought back a flood of memories!

[tobyluv]

Hello and welcome to Binky Bunny! I enjoyed reading the stories about Morgan and Evie. It’s wonderful that you rescued both of them.

[Luna]

Evie sounds like she was a wonderful bun . 

She was a lop and had dark, soft, soft fur, so dark, that you had a hard time seeing where her eyes were–couldn’t tell if she was facing me or not!

Lol, if the lights aren’t on or if Luna is under the bed, I sometimes accidentally will find myself talking to her bum instead of her face .

[morgano]

Thank you, tobyluv!

LOL, yes, Luna, I totally understand! I think I’ve talked to her fluffy butt, too, thinking it was her head! haha!

Yes, Evie was wonderful–strong personality but a loving little gal, as well.

[Ellie from The Netherlands]

Welcome! Haha, sometimes rabbits just happen to you Three years ago I got a new BF, and at our second date his Netherland Dwarf Breintje had already moved into my apartment. Don’t regret the decision one bit ^_^

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