First of all, let me wish you a Happy Easter. I hope there is chocolate. Ham. Beans. Pie. Jelly beans!
And a lovely new pair of white ankle socks with lace around the cuff (if you were a child of the ’50’s you might know what I’m talking about).
We are getting ready to head to New Haven for Banjo Man’s surgery tomorrow. We’re staying in a hotel near the hospital which caters to patients and families, so there is a small kitchen and all the amenities. If all goes well, we will be returning home on Tuesday.
For the last three days I’ve been cooking instead of sewing. I’m bringing my own food and coffeemaker and coffee pods. I’ve been making and freezing meals for next week, when Banjo Man is recovering. Keeping busy keeps me–mostly–from total panic.
We have to be at the hospital at 6AM. I suspect surgery will be at least an hour or two after that and will last at least two hours.
I will be in touch as soon as I can on Monday. I will either blog, text, email or call with updates.
In honor of Easter, I wanted to share a “Pet of the Week” column I wrote in 2006. I volunteered to write a weekly article featuring a pet looking for a home for over eight years. It was the best job I ever had. When the paper drastically downsized and cut my column, I cried buckets. It was a popular feature all over the state and it worked.
So here we go:
Looking for a bunny to love and to hold? Here’s snuggly Bun Bun for you to take home.
Yes, I’m a rabbit. I know you’re accustomed to reading about dogs and cats (and that one ferret who managed to have his own article last year), but this week I, a female Rhinelander bunny of phenomenal fur and exquisite rabbit roundness, am in the spotlight at last. My name is Bun Bun, and yes, I know, it rhymes with “fun fun” and “run run”. In my spare time–and I have lots of it–I make up little poems about myself.*
Did you know February is National Adopt A Bunny Month? Well, you humans learn something new every day, don’t you? We rabbits are number three on the Most Abandoned Animals list. You don’t see herds of homeless domestic bunnies roaming through the streets of towns, blocking traffic, rampaging through gardens and creating hare havoc because we freeze to death or end up as coyote snack food, among other sad endings.
My own story is a happier one. I was discovered eating dandelions in someone’s backyard last October and subsequently brought to the shelter. It’s lovely here, but I’d love my own little house in which to hop. I’m an indoor bunny, not meant to shiver in a hutch outside. I love my cardboard box. I sit in it, chew it, drag it around and hide inside of it. Typical bunny play, but oh, so much fun! I love kale and Cheerios and carrots, of course, and I thrive on rabbit pellets and hay.
I’m also trained to use my litter box, which should tempt you to take me home. I’m a lovely hopper and I don’t mind living with cats. I have no nasty habits and can be snuggly when I know you, and I do love to be petted.
You might think I look like the Easter Bunny, by my lips are sealed in regards to past occupations. Bunnies who serve on the egg-delivery circuit are held to a strict code of silence about their good deeds and holiday hops, but I will only hint that the scent of chocolate brings back lovely memories.
I hope someone out there wants a bunny to love. My adoption fee is $15, which includes my cage, hay and food…
*Bun Bun was adopted by someone who came to the shelter requesting “the bunny that wrote poetry”.