hugh baziiiinga's blog: "caveat emptor"

I was looking at this guy. I was reminded of a rabbit that I used to have. He looked more like this. This is how he saw himself People that my sister used to babysit for had him. They had him in a small cage and never let him out. Consequently, he was mean as hell. More on that later. My sister felt bad for the rabbit and asked if she could have it. They were more than happy to get rid of the beast. Like many of our pets everyone had a different name for the rabbit. Mine was Stu and it eventually caught on. Stu was mean. He was very bitter over being in a cage so small that he could barely turn around in it. My older brother did not believe that a rabbit could be vicious. In typical fashion he plunged in head first to prove himself right. Out onto the inside porch Ed went. He beat a quick retreat when Stu jumped up off the ground and bit him on the hand. But that is not what is noteworthy about Stu. Among the menagerie of other animals there was Murphy. Murhp was 100 pounds of doberman mix. Truly a once in a lifetime dog of which I have been blessed with a few. Stu was a big rabbit but not much bigger than Murphy's head. However Murphy wanted no part of the angry rabbit. We would often look out a window and see Murphy go flying by with Stu chasing after. Unfortunately Murphy eventually tired of running away from the rabbit. Perhaps the other dogs made fun of him. Maybe he came to his senses on his own. Stu got out of his pen one morning unsupervised and Murph caught him and snapped his neck playing. Still from his life in a tiny cage Stu got one year of glorious freedom.