Noelle's Journals 11/97
On Giving Thanks....
November 1997

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This is the time of year when my people give thanks for all the stuff they've gotten this past year.  Well, personally, they have an awful lot to be thankful for, because they have me. C'mon. I'm just being truthful here!  

But really folks, I guess I have to be thankful a little bit too. I just don't get all mushy about it. Last year, about this time, I was on death row. Yep. Not sure of my crime, but the nice folks at the shelter had had enough of me. They wanted to make room for some more adoptable bunny.  

Well, fortunately for me, the folks at Rabbit Rescue took me in. And last year, around Thanksgiving, I was put up in Suzanne's bunny dormitory. That's when my people met me. Thanksgiving. They thought they were just there for the food. Nope. I was too cute for them. Well, ok, I wasn't. But I gave them the "look" with the big brown eyes and Mom just couldn't take it.  

Nope, I wasn't a pretty bun, at least not yet. My teeth stuck out of my mouth. They were really in the way, and I couldn't eat very well. I'm not quite sure how I suckered my people in, but I did and that's the important thing.  

A lot has happened in this last year. Getting moved to a couple of different homes, getting spayed, and then having my teeth fixed were not fun things. It got a little rough at times. But, I've been working hard with my people. I've even been trying to stay out of trouble for the most part. I keep my poops in the litterbox and I stopped trying to go behind the wood stove.  

But the biggest part is that I think I'm really bonding with my people. I even lick Mom's face and hands sometimes. Yeah, the year has been rough, but, when the folks get home from work and let me out to play and give me yummy treats and pet me and pet me, I just can't help but think that life is pretty good right now. I grind my teeth and jump for joy. My people seem to be pretty happy when I play with them too. I guess a bunny can't ask for much more.  

So, I guess I'm thankful. Now, give me my treats and back away from the food bowl. You can pet me and adore me when I'm finished with the food.  

-- Noelle  

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