If You Love Something, Let it Free. . .

I KNOW YOU’RE PROBABLY THINKING THIS IS A LOVE POST. You’re right. It is a love post, but not in the sense that you’re expecting. It is about my love and undying affection for animals.

Do you remember this fur face?

She’s the neighbor kids’ pet rabbit. I know where she lives, and that answer is now my house. In sticking to the old wives tale, I haven’t named her yet, because that would mean I’d have to keep it. And if I kept it, then I’d have to breed it, it would have plenty of rabbit babies, and I’d keep them too, winding up as some crazy rabbit lady for the rest of my life.

So this nameless rabbit wanders into our yard everyday. No big deal. She goes and sits faithfully by Houdini’s cage and they have discussions over rabbit subjects such as the proper way to clean a paw, pull fur, and how to scratch that pesky spot behind the ears.

Their lives are so hard.

I didn’t give a hoot that I had another addition to the AubreyMo zoo. I left some food and water out for her, petted her and essentially carried on this way for a month. But the time came when the skies cleared, the sun shined and I got the urge to plant tomatoes and other such stuff (random fact for you: Did you know I don’t eat tomatoes, yet I’ll have them coming out of my ears this summer? I am weird).

It just turns out that Nameless loves eating tomato plants.

Nameless also liked being loose so much, she’s decided to evade capture and slip under the fence right before I can grab her.

Nameless is frustrating.

I’ve changed my mind. When you love something, don’t set it free – snatch it up so fast it doesn’t have time to get away, or eat your plants. Amen.

To be continued. . .