April 24, 2011

  • Murderous Easters...

    Wilson, the rabbit, was my first pet.
    Took him for walks, snuck veggies to him in his big cage outside, etc - typical rabbit hobbies.
    He was murdered on Easter Sunday (no joke) by a hunting dog in the neighborhood.
    Mom cried; I became a pissed off little kid.
    (p.s. I am about 2.5 here because mom looks pregos with Alisa.)

    It's not that I hate Easter, now, but all the bunny stuff makes me think of my first pet.
    He was huge and white and quiet.
    I'll have another rabbit someday. And a gentle big dog.