I've been raising rabbits since I was 11 and have always had at least one "sweet bun" around.
Lately, I've been stuck in a memory of my favorite little bunny, Peepers. She was my well-traveled, very spoiled, well-loved British bunny. I had her for about 5.5 years. I always joked that she needed an odometer on her because she traveled at least 5,000 miles in her lifetime, much of it in a straw African bag while aboard a train...not sure what British Rail's policy was for bunny ticketing.
One particular story that I recounted to someone recently was a trip I made through London at rush hour on a Friday.
I was trying to get back to Swindon from Brighton (see this: British Rail Map). I had a small animal carrier, a laptop computer, and a small piece of luggage....and I went from Brighton to Victoria Station through the London Underground to Paddington Station and then on to Swindon. Inside the pet carrier was Peepers, my ever-trusting, ever-faithful rabbit, and Hobnob, a little Russian Dwarf hamster in her own little crate.
All was going well, until I realized I was traveling at rush hour with three "bags," so to speak, and I was getting on a commuter train to Swindon where it was standing room only.
I ended up standing the entire way to Swindon in the bathroom. My crate and bags stacked between my legs. I don't remember how I got to my parents' house from the Swindon trainstation. The smells of the journey had numbed my mind.
And it was a harrowing journey, to say the least.
But one I'll never forget.
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