So my sister and I went to the humane society and were just looking at everything, no intention of adopting (as is the norm). We saw the dogs, and the cats. We then swooped by to see the rabbits. There was a man that was holding one, telling me how awesome it was (he seemed a little off his rocker) and I knew my sister would want to hold the rabbit, so I asked if he minded if I held it.
He said sure and handed the rabbit over. I went into one of the safety rooms, and my sister followed.
We both fell in love with this rabbit. We started texting our mom, telling her we were coming home with a rabbit, she told us to just not come home (she did not like the idea). My sister and I could not leave without this cute little bunny, no way.
We knew if we could get our mom to hold the bunny, she wouldn’t make us take it back, but that would be hard. We also had to make sure we could return it if we couldn’t talk her into it.
We asked questions, filled out the paperwork and then the lady asked me if we lived with parents... we did. She said that in order to adopt the rabbit one of our parents had to come in and see the bunny and okay it.... not possible.
So, she put the rabbit on a hold for us, for 24 hours so we could try to get our mom or dad to come in. my sister and I then advised a plan.
We would call the guy my sister babysits for and have HIM come in and pretend to be her dad (my step dad). so, we got a hold of him, and as luck would have it he was driving this way, so he wouldn’t mind stopping in.
so our 'dad' got there and held the bunny, and LOVED him. We talked to the same lady, and finished the paperwork for the adoption.
WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!! We now had our very own bunny!!!!!!!!
We then brought him in the house and my mom was NOT HAPPY. She told us to take him back. NOW. She wouldn’t even look at him. We did our sad faces, let the bunny say hi to the dogs and pretty much just gave the bunny a lot of attention. Finally my mom looked at the paperwork and said if my dad said yes, we could keep him.
So we had to drive to my dad’s work. My mom then told us we should probably lie and say we found the bunny outside. So we devised a story that the bunny was outside with the dogs, just chilling and when we put our hand down he just came right up to us (the bunny really does do this). So we found my dad, and told him what had happened. He said we should put up some flyers because obviously someone had lost a bunny, and if it is not found we could keep him.
WOOO HOOOO!!!!! Now we really FOR SURE have a bunny.
So, now I am chilling on my bed with the bunny hopping around, really loving his company; while my dad is downstairs searching for missing rabbits.