My Freedom Dashes:
Tale of my escapes:
With so many kids, my new owner had always felt like he had plenty of mouths to feed. Therefore, he did not want to have pets. Well, he is also allergic to dogs and cats so maybe that has something to do with it. He did not have pets, that is, with one exception.
ME – East! He acquired me a few years ago from friends and has praised me to be a very fine pet. Some neighbors gave him a rabbit hutch after we moved into this house and I spend my evenings in there nice and cozy and snug and warm. Mostly, but we will get to that story in a bit.
After I moved in with Mr. Solomon, he made a portable "bunny tractor" - essentially a cage that can be moved around the yard so I can munch on the grass, dandelions, occasional chives and other herbilicious treats - and he will move me around the yard during the day. I eat the grass and fertilize it. It is mutually beneficial, I guess you'd say.
Overtime, I also became something of a neighborhood mascot. I have heard people, when my home is being described, say, "Oh, I know the one. You have the bunny!" “Yes, we have the bunny. And she has us.” Mr. Solomon would reply Mostly.
There has been several times I had escaped my hutch. One evening, in season of rain there was thick cloud gathering in the sky and boom! They had no idea where I was and could not see me because obviously my grey coat blends. They sent out a search party to canvass the neighborhood to no avail. Then later that evening a neighbor in a Jeep who lived a couple of blocks away dropped me off. The rain has just stopped falling, he nearly got stuck trying to pull out of the driveway. What an adventure. What a good neighbor.
When Mr. Solomon and the family went to Shiloh, they left my tractor and me with some good friends of theirs who live in a neighborhood several miles away. A couple of years ago, when Thumper and I were siblings and roommates, they left us with their good friends. Alas, Thumper escaped and was never heard from or seen again. I hope Thumper is in a better place.
This time, I somehow managed to escape and made a dash for freedom sometime during the night. I was gone all day, an extensive search of the neighborhood turning up nothing. His good friends were crushed. How could this happen again?
The next morning, a Sunday, as his friend was about to text him (Mr. Solomon), he looks in the yard and who should he see there munching on the grass? Why me, of course! It was all hands on deck as the family corralled me then placed me in a "more maximum security enclosure," as they described it. Let us just say KUJE is probably less secure. This people believe they have figured out my subversive methods and assure Mr. Solomon that this will be the last time I escape their supervision.
Yet my story takes a strange, mysterious twist. While Mr. Solomon and children were in Lagos last week, they left Saka in charge of me. Let me preface this by saying that Saka is a responsible, caring lad who only wants the best for me and is very interested in my safety, security and even wellbeing. Nevertheless, whether it was loneliness, or boredom, or a hankering for mischief on my part – I do not know what came over me, Saka returned home one afternoon to find me MIA from the rabbit tractor.
A quick search of the nearby woods turned me out and Saka was able to fetch me and return me to my hutch.
My adventures were far from concluded, however. My second freedom dash remains shrouded in mystery. All anyone in the Saka house knows is that he had left me in my rabbit tractor in the morning. When he opened the front door after getting back from work late that afternoon, who should greet him in the living room?
Me!
“Did she let herself in?” Not so, because the doors were all closed and I am not tall enough to reach the door handles. Did she sneak in through a window? Again, not so. The windows were all shut.
The only thing Saka can surmise is that after bolting from my rabbit tractor, a concerned or perhaps exasperated neighbor managed to catch me and deposit me in the relative safety of his (Saka’s) living room. Because Saka assures Mr. Solomon he did not leave me in the living room before he went to work. Mr. Solomon actually believe him.
ME – East! He acquired me a few years ago from friends and has praised me to be a very fine pet. Some neighbors gave him a rabbit hutch after we moved into this house and I spend my evenings in there nice and cozy and snug and warm. Mostly, but we will get to that story in a bit.
After I moved in with Mr. Solomon, he made a portable "bunny tractor" - essentially a cage that can be moved around the yard so I can munch on the grass, dandelions, occasional chives and other herbilicious treats - and he will move me around the yard during the day. I eat the grass and fertilize it. It is mutually beneficial, I guess you'd say.
Overtime, I also became something of a neighborhood mascot. I have heard people, when my home is being described, say, "Oh, I know the one. You have the bunny!" “Yes, we have the bunny. And she has us.” Mr. Solomon would reply Mostly.
There has been several times I had escaped my hutch. One evening, in season of rain there was thick cloud gathering in the sky and boom! They had no idea where I was and could not see me because obviously my grey coat blends. They sent out a search party to canvass the neighborhood to no avail. Then later that evening a neighbor in a Jeep who lived a couple of blocks away dropped me off. The rain has just stopped falling, he nearly got stuck trying to pull out of the driveway. What an adventure. What a good neighbor.
When Mr. Solomon and the family went to Shiloh, they left my tractor and me with some good friends of theirs who live in a neighborhood several miles away. A couple of years ago, when Thumper and I were siblings and roommates, they left us with their good friends. Alas, Thumper escaped and was never heard from or seen again. I hope Thumper is in a better place.
This time, I somehow managed to escape and made a dash for freedom sometime during the night. I was gone all day, an extensive search of the neighborhood turning up nothing. His good friends were crushed. How could this happen again?
The next morning, a Sunday, as his friend was about to text him (Mr. Solomon), he looks in the yard and who should he see there munching on the grass? Why me, of course! It was all hands on deck as the family corralled me then placed me in a "more maximum security enclosure," as they described it. Let us just say KUJE is probably less secure. This people believe they have figured out my subversive methods and assure Mr. Solomon that this will be the last time I escape their supervision.
Yet my story takes a strange, mysterious twist. While Mr. Solomon and children were in Lagos last week, they left Saka in charge of me. Let me preface this by saying that Saka is a responsible, caring lad who only wants the best for me and is very interested in my safety, security and even wellbeing. Nevertheless, whether it was loneliness, or boredom, or a hankering for mischief on my part – I do not know what came over me, Saka returned home one afternoon to find me MIA from the rabbit tractor.
A quick search of the nearby woods turned me out and Saka was able to fetch me and return me to my hutch.
My adventures were far from concluded, however. My second freedom dash remains shrouded in mystery. All anyone in the Saka house knows is that he had left me in my rabbit tractor in the morning. When he opened the front door after getting back from work late that afternoon, who should greet him in the living room?
Me!
“Did she let herself in?” Not so, because the doors were all closed and I am not tall enough to reach the door handles. Did she sneak in through a window? Again, not so. The windows were all shut.
The only thing Saka can surmise is that after bolting from my rabbit tractor, a concerned or perhaps exasperated neighbor managed to catch me and deposit me in the relative safety of his (Saka’s) living room. Because Saka assures Mr. Solomon he did not leave me in the living room before he went to work. Mr. Solomon actually believe him.
