Scruff's Scribbles with Einstein - 29/10/2005
Over the past year or so, when Scruff has been writing about all the sad and sorry bunnies which come into the rescue, I’ve often thought people can’t really get any worse.
But of course I was wrong. Since I’ve been writing this we’ve had some pretty horrific stories to tell you, including that of Oscar who was dumped on the Bobtails doorstep in a tiny box last week.
The poor little fella was petrified. Thankfully Jim and Delia found the little bundle when they stepped out to walk Auntie Martine home at about 10.30pm on Wednesday night.
I haven’t met Oscar myself but I heard Delia telling my mum that he is a sweet-natured dwarf lop in good condition. Could you give him a home? I know I’d love to give him a home, and mum would too, but it’s my girlfriend Floss – she’s ever so bossy. I think the poor chap has been through enough with having to suffer her wrath.
This week I was sitting on the window sill catching a few rays when she charged up next to me and nudged me out of the bed and back down to the floor – it seems I don’t know my place. She’s a madam. I don’t know how my mum puts up with her – she’s forever picking things up and dragging them off to a hiding place to chew. I caught her dragging a visitor’s shoe off one day.
Anyway, back to the matter of dumping bunnies. It’s not good. You see the thing is, Bobtails will take any bunny in need. There’s a waiting list but if things are urgent, Delia will always do her best to fit another one in.
Oscar could have died on Wednesday night. Mr Fox is always on the prowl at the rescue and could easily have sniffed out poor Oscar and enjoyed a light snack.
Oscar’s owner would have been far more sensible to open the porch door and pop him inside. Please don’t dump bunnies – they do after all deserve an awful lot more.
They reason Jim and Delia were walking volunteer Auntie Martine home was because she had been dropping off a rescue bun she picked up in Marble Arch.
He’s a little Dutch who has been named Connaught because he was found wondering around in Connaught Street. He was in a right old state, skin and bone. He needed his feet bandaging because they were so sore. I bet he’s got a few tales to tell the lads up in the top shed. They told me he’s quite poorly but he’s settling in. I’m sure they’ll make him very welcome.
It just reminds me once again that we’re so lucky to have Bobtails and its wonderful volunteers, including Auntie Pat who has been amazing all the lads with her DIY skills. She did a fab job replacing lino and rubbing down hutches but she didn’t half look as she was suffering the day after. Well done Auntie Pat.
The weather has finally let us down, meaning all the runs have been moved from the grass to the concrete. It’s not as much fun exercising on the concrete but at least the buns won’t get mucky feet.
Talking of mucky buns, double trouble Florence and Dougal, who are now sharing Bobtails Mansion with Jim and Delia, have been fascinated with the washing machine. I told you a few weeks ago that Florence enjoyed sitting next to it on full spin, well it seems the monsters now like to sit inside the drum and use it as a litter tray. Thankfully they’re French lops and Delia would spot them in there before turning it on. Delia insists they are ‘very delightful’ and ‘not naughty’ but I think they’ve got her twisted round their little paws.
Anyway, that’s enough for this week. I’m off to watch dad dig the allotment – he’s using our litter to fertilise vegetables for us to eat. We’re going to be self-sufficient rabbits.