Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tail # 9 Ashley
For months she hopped around my house without really making a fuss or bother. Until one day I noticed a smell in my room. It was like a cat box but worse. I followed my noise and found what was causing the foul smell easy enough. She had found a dark place under my water bed to make the before mentioned practice. It was bad and I needed it cleaned up. I went about draining my bed and pulling the bedding clear.
After a few hours work the room smelled better and my life continued. I was surprise at how much little Ashley had gotten away with by the simple fact that I had not paid attention to her. I blocked the holes and thought it would help. She just found another place to potty and then stopped using the paper all together. She started to look for lack of a better word, depressed. I went to the pet store and asked the woman behind that counter for some advice.
She said, "Ah, I see your problem, I have just the thing that you need in the back."
I followed her down the aisle and into the back where she stored some cages. She stopped and pointed.
"But I like her to be free," I answered the unspoken question.
The lady said, "Sir, she is a rabbit. She thinks your home is her home and in fact it is nothing but a larger cage."
What that woman said had stuck with me over the years. I released little Ashley behind my apartments. She never came back to me, but I saw her a few times hopping around enjoying her life. She liked the freedom and I like the clean smelling house.