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When a Man Loves a RabbitLearning and Living with Bunnies |
I’d
heard that some rabbits liked celery, so I handed Gideon a stick of it. He seemed
puzzled at first. Once he took a bite though, he realized that it was a new kind of
food. Too
late, I learned from the folks on PetBunny that rabbits shouldn’t be fed whole
sticks all at once. The strings could catch in their teeth and cause them to choke. Luckily,
nothing bad happened to Gideon. The
next time, I cut up the celery into one-inch slices. Gideon didn’t mind. Greens were
greens, as far as he was concerned. Fruit, on the other hand, was a different story. I
soon discovered that my little prince didn’t like banana. I had given him a small
slice, but he turned his nose up at it. That surprised me because many list members
claimed their bunnies loved banana so much that their butts occasionally twitched. I
guess animals have preferences after all―just like humans. While
I was dressing one morning, Gideon began chewing the bedroom carpet yet again. I was
furious with him and I grabbed a rolled up pair of socks and hurled them. They hit him
square in the loins and he whirled around to see what attacked him. The
second time he chewed the carpet, another pair of socks sailed his way. He bit and
pawed at them until they were under his belly. Then he pushed them out behind him. I
tossed a few more pairs, aiming at the floor instead of his back, and Gideon enjoyed
hurling the socks between his legs like a football quarterback. Then he turned around
and used his forelegs to plow the socks in front of him. It
was such an entertaining game to both of us that I gathered all of my old worn-out
socks, balled them up and let Gideon play with them. Whenever I piled them under the
little desk, he dug them out. When I pushed them back under the desk again, the game
would start all over. Later,
I moved a bookcase away from the wall and piled the socks behind it. Gideon liked that
setup even better―probably because it fulfilled his digging instinct. I
nicknamed him…The Earl of Hurl, and the folks of PetBunny and alt.pets.rabbits loved
hearing about his new game. Sock
hurling seemed like such a unique trick to me that I bought a blank thirty-minute
videocassette and filled it with Gideon’s sock-hurling antics. Then I sent the tape
to America’s Funniest Home Videos, but I didn’t get an answer. I guess it wasn’t
novel enough for them to use. . |
