Resistance is futile, just ask Frankie
Easter is the biggest time of year for bunnies, and, as it turns out for bunny blogs too! I’m still catching up on all the events and stories from that weekend. Check back soon for pictures from the bake sale and the second installment of Grooming Little Joe.
And if you didn’t catch it in the San Francisco Chronicle, a story submitted by our lovely volunteer Mai was featured in the Easter addition of Eileen Mitchell’s pet column! Here’s an excerpt:
It happens every day. Frankie, our mischievous, rescued bunny, must have radar because, no matter how I vary the routine, he always knows the exact time to come out and assume the position.
Frankie is the Chewer of Saris.
I wear saris every day. This involves taking 15 to 18 feet of material and wrapping it in varied and intricate ways around my body. For one to two minutes, a long tail of material lies on the floor while I fold all the pleats and arrange them above my waist. And in that one to two minutes, Frankie - no matter what he is doing and no matter how I try to distract him with hay - knows that now is the time. He descends upon my sari and sits on it, calm and patient. But then the familiar, instinctive urge grows. I know the signs; I can see them in his roguish black eyes: He crouches, leans his head down and then starts the chewing, an instinct in all bunnies. If I try to pull the sari out of his mouth, he hangs onto it as relentlessly as any stubborn dog and growls in his adorable gravelly ‘resistance is futile’ voice.
Read the full story here.