I just checked out "Tank the Terrible's" string,ilovetogocalderon. What a saga! Is this the same bunny that's lickingyou now? Not many people would have had as much patience as you toreform a hell-rabbit. I truly admire all of the efforts you made, andthe good advice other members shared.
When we were living in Egypt, Mike and I used to do our shopping atthese open-air markets which sold vegetables, fruit, and live poultry.And rabbits. You know what happened next...after I convinced themeat-man that I wanted to take the rabbit home alive (he was walking tothe chopping block, holding it by the ears), he laughed hysterically,started kissing the rabbit on the nose, grabbed my backpack, andstuffed him in. Then he stuffed some leafy greens on top of him.
And that's how "Lazarus" came into our lives.
The first week he was great - tearing around the apartment. Then hemust have gotten the idea we were going to eat him, which we weren't.He was not only the terror of our apartment, but the whole floor.Friends would joke "Aw, dere afwaid of dere wittle bunny." And thenscream when Lazarus snorted, growled, swiped with his claws, and lungedat anyone who came near him. His favorite trick was to pee on the couchfirst, to establish his complete supremacy.
To be fair, Lazarus was not a true "domesticated" rabbit species - hewas a cross between a wild desert hare and some other prolific breed.Being half wild, at least, we gave him to some vegetarian students whowere running a small farm.
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