Now Playing: Addendum - By Hunny
Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit
Hullo, me, Hunny, Senior Bunny heer.
Well, George is back.
The thing is, George is not up to postin' inna blog just now. He, indeed, went toda V-E-T and she did, as I predikted, *cut off his berries*.
Yes, George is now a berry-less bunny.
For dos ob you who are 'fended by dis, lemme tell you sumfing...
Dere are hunnerts and hunnerts ob unwanted bunnies who lib in shelters. Dere are hunnerts more who are libbin' in horrybul condishuns, forced to breed ober and ober so dat "scientists" - who in menny cases aren't dedykated to learning at all - can do horrybul fings to dem inna name ob "science".
Dere are poor bunnies who die so cheap women can buy and wear fur jackets and wraps; dere are poor bunnies who are killed so sick *gourmets* can eat expensive dinners. Dere are people who run slaughterhouses where bunnies lib in cages, who die when they are the same age as little George, just so *Fashionable People* can wear fur and eat expensive food.
Well, you know whut?
No bunny in Our Warren is ever going to take a part in that kind of killing trade. None of our bunny children will suffer dat kind of fate.
We don't breed by "accident". We are neutered bunnies. We go to the V-E-T and we have surgery so that we can't hab baby bunnies that will be born to die. We don't believe in contributing to over-population.
It isn't cheap for our parents to do this. V-E-T visits are expensive and good veterinarians are worth the prices that they charge for their care and expertise.
Our parents are careful with us, making sure that they do not hab more bunnies than they can care for, and making sure dat everybun is safe, healthy and desexed.
Because Maman says we are worth it. She says she would rather cut down on other expenses to make sure we have what we need. She says that along with alla love comes *Responsibility*.
I just know that not me, not ennybunny in Our Warren, nor any futchoor members ob Our Warren are ebber gonna hab to suffer, or have to chance libbin inna bad place becos there will be too menny bunnies.
And that is why George went tidday to see Dr Sharin, and to have his oppyrayshun. Now he issa safe bunny. He is home here an' happy.
I just told him, "Habba nap, George. Ebberyfing is fine now dat you are home."
And it will be. He will be a widdle sore tomorry mornin, it's troo, but he has meddycin frum Dr Sharin, an' Maman will see that he gets it. Dr Sharin sed George was a preddy big boy for eight months old. She finks he issa berry youngbun, but a "good sized" bunny.
Well, dat's hokay. He's still Our George.
So I'm just gonna settle down now and hab sum hay and den habba nap. I had my berries snatched about eight yeers ago, so I'm not werried. Berry widdle werries me. When your Firteen, you've preddy much seen it all, an you know whut? Habbin' hay, an habbin' a nap, an habbin' your own pootybox an' crock and wadder dish issa preddy nice way to be.
So if you wants sum hay, I gots plenty. Come on in! I'm glad to share. Just be kinda quiet... George needs his sleep!