My wife is putting Giol, #1 daughter's pet rabbit, in the basement for the night. Uneventfully tonight. He'd finished a sort of salad bar we set out for him on the floor, and I gave him an apple core earlier. I'll admit that we're a bit soft when it comes to that nibbler.
Yesterday evening, when my wife came to get Giol, he was at the end of his leash. Which was remarkable, since he'd gotten out of his harness. Apparently, he's learned that he's only supposed to go as far as the leash does.
#1 daughter is in Alex now, preparing for the start of classes on Monday. My son's homeschooling has already started - it only slowed down for the holidays, I think.
Me? I've got tomorrow's posts for Apathetic Lemming of the North to set up, so I need to get back to work.
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Oh dear. I really need to get a new harness for him. But the pet store here is out of his size.
Brigid,
He could use a new one - indestructible, if possible. But no hurry: Giol seems to have an 'internal' leash now. ;)
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