So, the bunny escaped from the back yard the other day! We turned our heads for a minute (actually I ran into the house to throw on some jeans-but I was looking out the window!) and he was gone. We looked in his usual hiding spot under the deck and the big bush-not there. Then we hear the neighbor children giggling and talking excitedly (what is the spanish word for rabbit?).
I ran around to the front of the house and our little Lemmy is hopping in the front yard. I scooped him up and took him back to his hutch. Bad bunny, but Alan thought Bad Kitty.
Good to know that he stays close, but I wouldnt want to try it again. Maybe he can smell our dirty clothes through the walls?
Well, he escaped the next day too! So we got a giant rock to close up the hole in the fence. Now, the terrier from next door will have to find another hole to watch the bunny hop.
