Four nights ago, Colden was outside doing his evening exploring and duties. Inside, I kept hearing what I thought was my ceiling fan squeaking. After about 10 minutes of squinting up at the unusually noisy fan, I put two and two together and rushed outside to track down my dog.
In the driveway was one 3 ounce bunny with one 95 lb dog bouncing around it. I scooped it up. Looked around. Considered dropping it into the woods. Then it rolled over in my hand, scurried into the crook of my elbow, stopped squeaking and fell asleep.
Future secured.
I tucked him into a shoe box and tried not to let my hopes up that he would survive the night.
But he did.
So here I am with a new hat, armed with acidophilus and kitten replacement milk in an eye dropper-- Foster Bunny Mom.
After four days of getting-to-know-you, he (or she) is pretty spunky and doesn't like me at all and seems pumped to bust outta the box. Good goal buddy, I'm here to help.
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