The Bunny Rehab Room also known as the Bunny Spa Resort is a STRESS-FREE ZONE. No matter what is going on in the outside world, there are NO WORRIES here. There is only love, compassion, healing, unlimited time and blooming friendships...oh, and plenty of fresh delicious greens to munch on. I always seem to have a lot of kitty cat and puppy dog attack victims during the summer months. To help me keep from having so many of these victims...please check out this site www.awareone.org for more information on how to avoid these senseless deaths and injuries. It costs me an average of $2.00 a day to care for each one of these victims. This is for the costs of antibiotics, ointments, food and supplies. I don't ask for donations (but will gladly accept them), I take care of these critters for the love of them. Help me by being responsible pet owners of your cats and dogs. I can't replace a baby bunny's mom...let's face it...nobody can replace mom. I do my best to fufill their needs and I admit that I love trying to do it...but I would much rather their real mom do the job. She is better equipped to handle their sensitive tummies and understands their wants and needs.  "1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 Ready or Not Here I come." OR "When I open my eyes, maybe that big monster will be gone." |
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My name is "Whataface". A big dog tried to give me a sniff and used his teeth instead. He took off my lip...but left my sense of humor. I like to make a mess with my food in my cage. I think it's funny that my foster mom has to clean it up everytime she comes in to see me. 
 My name is Lance. I am just hanging out for awhile living up the good life. Where else can you get great (free) meals, peace and quiet and sauna baths for an injuried leg and missing butt fur? That cat just thought he had me...HA...you should see what I did to the cat.
 Lil' Puddin thought I needed help with my notes.
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 This is may not be my good side...but I am alive. I'm not worried...my fur will grow back even more beautiful than before. I really don't like being held. I am a big girl now and I can eat on my own...I don't understand why she insists on holding me like this...it is un-nerving and degrading. UGH!
 My name is HunnyBunny. A sweet lady named Jennifer rescued me from a nosey dog that pulled me out of my nest by my foot. That silly dog took my toes as a snack. Jennifer took good care of me until she could get me here. I've grown up a lot and have learned to use my foot without toes. I can run, hop and bink as good as the rest of the guys. I consider myself as the welcoming committee to all the new bunnies that have come in while I am here. I like to welcome everyone with bunny kisses and binks. 
 Swifty...he stayed loose in the rehab room for several days. The first bunny I had problems trying to catch. He was a smart little trickster and thought I was just playing a game of "who can catch the bunny?...You can't!" |
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