On our first trip through the Children's Barnyard at the county fair, Ry and Zeke fell in love with the bunnies. They both wanted one. We told them that they could get one if they paid for it. Zeke didn't want to spend his fair money from Grammy and Grampy on a rabbit. Ryley did. (Zeke spent his money on rainbow ice, maple milkshakes, rides, and the arcade). We told her she'd have to wait until the end of the week to get one.
That night, a Tuesday, we got home late, and JD and Ry went to look for Ruby. Ruby is our other bunny. (She's 2.5 years old and spent a year in my classroom as a class pet.) She had been running around loose for a couple of days, but was sticking around pretty close. They saw her, and she started hopping away, and they noticed that she wasn't hopping like she normal does. Basically, her back leg were hardly working. We caged her up and kept a close eye on her. There were no signs of external injuries, so we weren't sure what happened. Thanks to Gooooooogle, I learned that rabbits, when scared, can kick out so hard that they can break their own backs. We decided she had a spinal injury. We planned to watch her for a few days to see if it got better or worse. My mom suggested Prednisone. Within a week or so, she was moving around more. She has since improved and is pretty much normal. Yay for Ruby!
Back at the fair, the female bunnies were all sold. We didn't want a male in case Ruby got better. The bunny lady had a new litter born during fair week and promised to let us know if there were any gray females.
She was ready to come home on Saturday.
We named her Sapphire (we already have a Ruby, grey bunnies are called Blue, and we got her in September). Ryley is in love. Even Zeke likes to hold her. Quin, well, he likes to terrorize her.
So, even though we didn't need another bunny, we have one. My animal lover is thrilled.
