Hello. My name is Brooke and I recently acquired what I believe is a Dutch. My husband and I named him Stuart, or Rabbit Stu for short. I came across him about a week ago when I stopped by the local garden shop for some chicks to bolster my dwindling chicken flock. The poor guy was in the very back of the building (and by back I mean you go to the back of the store, then further back into a storage warehouse where feeds and fertilizer is stored) all by himself in a tiny cage I wouldn’t even want to keep a hamster in. Three white bunnies were also in a cage together but they were removed from Stuart’s line of sight.
I immediately tracked down the kid working in the store and all I asked was, “What’s the deal with the bunny in the back?” To which he replied, “We’re not sure… he was brought to us like that.” So naturally, my curiosity was piqued as I was simply wondering why he was banished to the feed storage section but this kid was clearly indicating something wrong with the bunny that I didn’t immediately notice. The kid said the bunny was purchased and returned when he developed a slight head tilt. He said he believes the little guy is either blind or deaf but he wasn’t sure. What a way to treat a disabled creature, huh??
We went back and pulled the guy out of the cage and I also noticed he had an open cut on his shoulder blade and nips to his face and between the ears. He also had a lot of flaky skin which appeared to be due to previous sores healing up. The kid said they thought he might have been injured in a fight but they weren’t sure. I didn’t really put a lot of thought into it when I said I would take him. I’m not a bunny expert but having fostered countless critters in my day I figured anything I could do for him would be better than the state he was in.
Stuart now lives in our laundry room in an XL deluxe wire crate that’s large enough for a German Shepherd. In fact, his crate is situated on top of my husband’s police K9 crate so he has a bunk mate. We have three cats (two kittens – one of the kittens also physically disabled with pituitary dwarfism; all three cats rescues from the streets) that love coming to visit with him and crawling into his kennel as I’m cleaning it or interacting with BunBun. They also have daily play dates in the bathroom with Stuart hopping from kitten to kitten. Our three dogs have yet to meet Stuart; they’re more into chasing critters than playing nice, but once they learn an animal is off limits, they’re respectful and gentle.
Stuart isn’t my first bunny but he’s definitely the nicest one I’ve had. My grandmother surprised my bro and I with bunnies when we were kids, but we were too young to be able to even take care of them. Several years later when I was in my teens, I came to own a brownish/orangish bunny that I named Cadbury and I’m pretty sure it was pure evil incarnate!! I tried so hard to be friends with it but it bit and scratch and would run after me so often (almost always getting a painful nip in) that I eventually found it a new home. Stuart so far seems to be a sweet fella with a good disposition despite what might have been a rough start.
So that’s my freakishly long introduction. I’m going to have lots and lots of questions I’m sure so hopefully I’ll meet some nice people here!
Brooke