Jan 07 2009
My First Rabbit
I got my first pet rabbit, a boy named Su, when I was 20. I had just moved into my first apartment wanted a pet really, really bad. My landlords didn’t want me to have a dog, and I’m not a big fan of cats, so a rabbit was the next logical choice. I grew up on a small farm – what is known in our neck of the woods as a “gentleman’s farm.” My father raised enough cows, pigs, and chickens to keep his family fed and had a collection of rare goats and sheep that people from all over came to see.
So I grew up around animals and rabbits were no exception. They were always around, albeit mostly for meat. My father’s farm has always had 1 wall stacked with rabbits in their cadges as high and as wide as it could be. They were always large rabbits that were all white with bright red eyes and lopped ears, and my father sold these lupines at auctions along with goats for hala meat. I wanted something smaller for my place, and I asked my father to keep his eyes open for a dwarf bunny with a sweet personality.
He brought Su to my door one week later.
