He didn't know he was broken

I brought my rabbit in to get neutered. Some people wonder why I did that, since I have just the one and he is a male. Well, I was tired of being "loved" by the rabbit every chance he could. Plus, male rabbits spray their territory and he made the mistake thinking I was his territory one too many times. This should help his bad behaviors dissipate somewhat. We'll see. Right now he is content to stare at me balefully, with a look that says "why would you be so cruel to me". He'll heal, but I'm feeling a bit guilty. Hubby is taking the rabbits side, which is in itself surprising since he goes on about how tasty rabbit stew would be, but then again they are both guys and the surgery touches on a tender area.

In my search to find a vet who does take care of rabbits, I came across a a nonprofit organization that helps place abandoned rabbits. They list vets who neuter, but a lot the information was out of date and the prices were much lower than the going rates for today. I contacted them about it and received a prompt email back. They appreciated my input, but needed a volunteer who would update the list. Guess who volunteered? I can't help it - I truly enjoy helping individuals or animals in need. If you don't have a voice, I will be your voice. It's my nature, something I can't change, and I don't want to either. All my life I have been drawn into the roll of rescuer. Maybe it is a second child trait, I don't know. What I do know is I have a pile of work to do this weekend - type PTO minutes (volunteered to step in for the missing secretary
); count, cut and mail in boxtops (volunteered to be the school's liaison for community fundraising), help with the cubscouts, and now update the bunny vet list. Those are just my volunteer commitments, never mind my "real" life. Oh well, I enjoy it.