For the longest time, I wouldn’t tell people I was a teacher. There were just some things about the job (or at least how I was doing the job) that didn’t align with whom I feel I am.
Before having two rabbits of my own, I did not consider myself an “animal person.” You may have heard clippings from this yarn before. Here’s some of my companion animal history… When I was born, my parents had a rescue dog Bonzo, named after John Bonham. I don’t remember her but I hear she was… Continue reading Before
What didn’t happen yesterday in our little Rescue world? I’ll just timeline it for you: 7:21 am: The first email inquiry of the day from a parent wanting a rabbit as Christmas gift for a young child arrived in our inbox. 8:15 am: Assembled a team of volunteers to standby for the potential influx of… Continue reading Moving Parts
My mother never let me have pets other than Betta fish. My Betta Bonus lived 5 or 6 years and traveled back and forth from Connecticut to home on every college break. I was never much of an animal person anyway. After college, but still living home, I asked if I could get a rabbit. … Continue reading Dear Mom…