I took Harry the bunny in to be neutered at the vet’s office a couple of weeks ago but had to hold off on getting the white bunny neutered until he gained more weight. Here’s the conversation that followed when scheduling the second appointment:

Me: Hi, I’d like to make an appointment to get my rabbit neutered.

Vet Clerk: What’s your name and phone number? Looks it up. Is this for the same rabbit?

Me: No, I’m pretty sure he’s good.

Speaking of which… I named Harry after one of my favorite presidents, Harry Truman (yeah, I’m kind of a history nerd that way), but perhaps Harry Houdini would have been more befitting. Outside of his cage, the boy and I have yet to construct a barricade or pen that would keep him. We finally succeeded over the weekend in building a rabbit-proof rumpus room pen in the basement. Yes, we were quite proud to have finally triumphed over a 5-pound rabbit who eats his own poo.