Posted on Friday, August 29th, 2008 at 3:36 pm in Uncategorized.
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Our bunny, Twilight, scares me. He growls at me, and won’t let me remove him from his cage - which became an issue when Shelby was at Girl Scout camp for a week this summer.
We had a very large rabbit named Hoppy. I had a dog called Sandy that was an awesome collie that weighed about 75 lbs. My brother Chris had a Dachsund named Baron, and that was Sandy’s best friend. DThe dogs were protective of the rabbit and each other.
Baron was run over, by a neighbor that never got over it. Sandy pined (a truly great dog, and no joke, a collie and a dachsund)). The rabbit didn’t give a shit.
Did it occur to anybody that McCain pulled this out of his ass. And really, how did Governor Palin oppose the Alaskan scumbags? Well she didn’t, or she wouldn’t have been elected.
We had many rabbits. Two named Testicles (pronounced with a long E on the second syllable). I had hopes of training them to eat the neighbor’s garden, but they ate ours just as often, and thus were a total wash as a weapons system. They lived in a semi-wild state, but would hang out with us in the yard. Occasionally we let them in the house, where they would gnaw chairlegs into toothpicks with astonishing speed.
One of my coworkers asked me why we kept vermin, and when rescue groups and the local shelters began dumping bunnies on us, it proved a great source of names. Herman Vermin, Ethel Merman Vermin, and William Tecumseh Sherman Vermin are the only ones I can remember, but there were others. God, were there others.
When I was a child we had giant Flemish rabbits who were aptly named, were extremely vicious to everyone and could outweigh and beat up any fox that showed up. Their purpose was to provide an alternative meal to chicken and to keep little sisters warm. Two rabbits were enough to make a long fur coat for a young girl.
August 29th, 2008 at 3:52 pm
Stop. I had a lamb stew yesterday and now I’m retching.
August 29th, 2008 at 4:11 pm
Our bunny, Twilight, scares me. He growls at me, and won’t let me remove him from his cage - which became an issue when Shelby was at Girl Scout camp for a week this summer.
But he melts for our 10 year old…
August 29th, 2008 at 4:25 pm
Nothin’ worse than a growling bunny.
August 29th, 2008 at 4:31 pm
One touch of nature…
August 29th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
We had a very large rabbit named Hoppy. I had a dog called Sandy that was an awesome collie that weighed about 75 lbs. My brother Chris had a Dachsund named Baron, and that was Sandy’s best friend. DThe dogs were protective of the rabbit and each other.
Baron was run over, by a neighbor that never got over it. Sandy pined (a truly great dog, and no joke, a collie and a dachsund)). The rabbit didn’t give a shit.
Did it occur to anybody that McCain pulled this out of his ass. And really, how did Governor Palin oppose the Alaskan scumbags? Well she didn’t, or she wouldn’t have been elected.
August 29th, 2008 at 5:02 pm
We had many rabbits. Two named Testicles (pronounced with a long E on the second syllable). I had hopes of training them to eat the neighbor’s garden, but they ate ours just as often, and thus were a total wash as a weapons system. They lived in a semi-wild state, but would hang out with us in the yard. Occasionally we let them in the house, where they would gnaw chairlegs into toothpicks with astonishing speed.
One of my coworkers asked me why we kept vermin, and when rescue groups and the local shelters began dumping bunnies on us, it proved a great source of names. Herman Vermin, Ethel Merman Vermin, and William Tecumseh Sherman Vermin are the only ones I can remember, but there were others. God, were there others.
August 29th, 2008 at 6:10 pm
http://www.maniacworld.com/twin-baby-moose-in-sprinkler.html
August 29th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
Our rabbit Killer adores my wife and tolerates me…though he does allow me to pick him up.
And yes, he is white just like the Holy Grail bunny.
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August 30th, 2008 at 12:14 am
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
August 30th, 2008 at 5:28 am
When I was a child we had giant Flemish rabbits who were aptly named, were extremely vicious to everyone and could outweigh and beat up any fox that showed up. Their purpose was to provide an alternative meal to chicken and to keep little sisters warm. Two rabbits were enough to make a long fur coat for a young girl.