Last summer, my parents bought for her niece giving lop-eared rabbit. Not much of an impression made. Sat mostly in the cell. The house is let out, as it might go to the toilet like a cat or dog not accustomed. On the street, too, only with povodochkom because a couple of times struggled, barely had time to catch it. By late summer, tired and barely was attached to some good people. And forget, but this summer he came back from good people, kind and so many animals, the rabbit was unnecessary.
What should I do? But there were friends at the farm and who already have chickens and rabbits. They agreed to take.
We brought him from the country to take in the morning friends.
This is all the introduction, now the story:
Made a cage of a parrot in the hallway (much too lazy to shove the rabbit was brought in a little where it will fit back to back, but suffered an hour of the road), discovered and decided to let him walk around the apartment, watch where if you write, be tolerated.
Tap dance (the name Rabbit) was the study area. Hallway identified as a starting point and she began to move in different directions, step back, stand on hind legs, look around and back to base. The apartment has parquet floor, his legs driving around, even when sitting, but when it is 50%of the effort goes into slip - is ridiculous. Having surveyed the apartment, from all the rooms as a chosen one in which no one lives there, took a fancy to it under the table and sat down to a refuge. Further more, it was worth someone get to see what he does comes out to meet and let's play. Unexpectedly. Further more - if you call him Stepa Stepa, also came out of the room to play. Then went under the desk in his room. Nothing turns on his site was not released with povodochka, nowhere had he not escaped.
The next morning, carried the work to his wife, convey to new owners. He quickly mastered it, found a place and someone called - ran out to play. By the end of the day got into a dispute, all wanted to pick it up - cool.
Gave ... since I decided to ...
Now, sorry ...
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