tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387709151105932262.post7656384440522535860..comments2023-10-24T05:06:42.936+11:00Comments on writing whims and ocean swims: The tragic tale of Blackie Buttercup the rabbit and why sometimes it's OK to lie to your kidsShaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13367222807939693847noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387709151105932262.post-40954174290892158332010-10-17T22:29:27.444+11:002010-10-17T22:29:27.444+11:00Mon,
Same thing happened when we were kids. We li...Mon, <br />Same thing happened when we were kids. We lived in Leichhardt and the local greyhound trainers used to feed live rabbits to the dogs. We got an escapee. My mother wasn't too happy about that, so my dad took the bunny out bush and let it go. I think? <br />ShayneShaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13367222807939693847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387709151105932262.post-3655043550151975622010-10-17T18:20:39.857+11:002010-10-17T18:20:39.857+11:00ROTFL. I know the tale is tragic, but your daughte...ROTFL. I know the tale is tragic, but your daughter's response is pretty funny!<br /><br />We had two pet rabbits when we were kids - one ran away (probably ate someone's Ratsak as well!), the other was given to a friend of ours who had a farm where they would 'look after it' (translation: it became someone's dinner. Sooooo wrong in so many ways!).<br /><br />Ah, the joy of pet ownership and lying to you kids (hence the reason we don't own a pet!!).Mon Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02015874074175265257noreply@blogger.com