bunnies, bunnies, bunnies the sequel
We last left our small furry heroes after Bunny #2 had died and Tiny Bunny #3 (a female baby) had joined the Beast (neutered male, very mellow) in our bunny-friendly home. Tiny grew (but not much) and eventually started bugging the Beast a lot and often and neverending by jumping on his back end. We called the vet, who informed us that (prepare for expert advice now) female rabbits don't go into heat like, for example, cats do -- rabbits will keep trying until they get pregnant or get exhausted. (No comparisons to people, please! This is a Mommy blog!) S o... we gave in and brought Tiny in to be spayed. We dropped her off and went out to run a few errands, and a few hours later we got a voice mail message -- when they put Tiny under the anesthetic and started to prep her for surgery, the professionals discovered that She was really a He. Yikes! We weren't at home, so they took a chance and went through with the surgery. After we finished our hysterics and got up off the floor, we called the vet back and reassured him that we would have said yes, please do!
Yes, indeed, it's strike two. The Beast was thought to be a Beastess, and now Tiny, too. Vet was embarrassed, and so were we, so next time (if there is one) we'll buy a bigger animal so we can tell for sure.
About this time our local newspaper ran a series of stories on exotic pets. The vet called us and wanted to know if we'd be interviewed for the series. We said bunnies? They're not exotic. They're cute, they're fun, and they're entertaining, but exotic? No, try the boa constrictor next door for exotic. Stumble It!