The vet told us to get a dropper in case Powder doesn’t drink by the end of the day, put some water into him that way. So we go up to the pharmacy and ask for one (it’s a local one, so you have to ask for things) the guy who runs the place asks what we need it for and boyfriend tells him. The guy starts saying how he when he was younger bred rabbits for pets( ugh?) and kept them OUTSIDE in a hutch (he outlined it with his hands, tiny) with a grate on the bottom and over the summer it got too hot… and boyfriend cut him off and told him if he finished the story I would be upset. Well, yeah, already was biting my tongue to not say anything. The guy was laughing and smiling as he told his “story”. Yeah… we’re here to get something to treat our rabbit with and you’re telling us this story? What kind of person seems PROUD of that? *sigh*
If it wasn’t for the fact going off on him would cause problems with the boyfriend around town + at work since it’s such a tiny town, argh. 