Rabbit

Well, technically we do have internet now, because my dad is renting a modem, but we still can’t get online. The modem, every time we bring up Internet Explorer, brings up one sole website, not matter which website you wish to go to. That website wants to make you sign up for Charter or whatever, to give your account number. It’s weird.

On the bright side, though, I found a book in the basement and found out it was due today, so I can go to the library with a flash drive and transfer what I’m writing in a Microsoft Word document over onto my blog. It’s all good. I’ve told people over and over again that I can worm myself through a lot of different problems. I can be kinda sneak, methinks.

Enough of my technical problems, though. I have bigger problems going on in my life. Some people probably still wouldn’t say it’s a big problem, but I take it very seriously.

My rabbit, Tex, has been sick for a while. At first, his hair started to fall out in patches. I removed him from his hutch, and away from the other rabbits, for a while, but he didn’t get much better. He’s had a bald spot on his “knees” and neck for a long time now. So I pet him today, because I had to clean out his water dish, and I didn’t find the rabbit I had bought. I felt every sharp edge of his spine underneath my hand. I investigated further, and his ribs were easily countable without hardly any pressure. Ever bone under his skin is easily detectable, but only by touch. When I look at him, I see just a mangy animal with dirty paws.

I left him for a little bit, getting him some water from up by the house. When I came back, I cleaned out his water dish and poured him some water. While he drank, I check the other rabbits. Butterscotch would need pellets soon, but the other two, Midget and Koosh, were fine. I do have weird names for my rabbits, don’t I? Actually, Koosh isn’t mine. Midge, Butter and Tex are, though. I bought them all with my own money. Ha. Midget was $20, though. What can I say? She was already tattooed and was a pure breed.

Anyway, Koosh, who is older than Tex by a few years (and Koosh I think it seven or eight years old), was perfect. He was shedding a little, but he always sheds at weird times of the year. But he was plump and soft, and I didn’t get a good look at his eyes, because he ran away to the back of the cage, but I’m pretty sure his eyes were bright, too. Hey—I never really got a good look at Tex’s eyes. I’m pretty sure they’re dull, though, too. My poor buddy! Midget, I knew was fine because I pet her pretty much every day. She’s so soft. I love rexes. Mini rexes are my favorite rabbit, I know. Once Koosh and Butter die (which I hope will not be soon), the only rabbits I’m going to get are pure-bred mini rexes. I’m going off track again. Butterscotch I knew was fine, too, because I pet her every time I feed her, because that’s like the only time she lets me pet her.

And so on! I left them for a while and swung on my swing. I couldn’t believe how skinny my Texy-boy had become. He always had food, and he seemed to be eating it, so I couldn’t figure out why he was so skinny.

I went back a few minutes later and went to pick him up. I wrapped one hand around his stomach, and quickly recoiled. Hanging from his chest was a gooey blob. It was disgusting. Tex, who favors a scrunched-up position, never really looked like he had a blob hanging from his chest. When he extended his body, I sort of could tell that there was an alien growth on his body, and that he wasn’t as plump as I thought him to be. That’s sort of the reason I didn’t figure out he was skinny before. Because of his coat (which I thought was a form of mange—yet I put him back in his hutch, next to Koosh), I never really pet the poor bloke. I don’t know what changed my mind today, maybe because he didn’t move to the back of his hutch. But when I pet him, I was put through a nasty shock. Back to the blob, though. I sort of studied it as he was leaping around, and it looked really gross. Near the bottom of it, it looked like something entered it, but I’m pretty sure that it was brown and scarred because of the wire flooring to his hutch. The blob was way too big for a botfly, so that was totally out of the question.

I told my parents about the rabbit. Mom said, “shoot him”. After a while, though, they set their minds on cancer. They’re pretty sure that my boy has cancer. Then my dad told me to dig a grave for him. You know, I think they’re serious about shooting him. I haven’t had Tex all his life. I think he was three when I bought him. And then I had him for . . . three years? So the buck’s maybe six or seven years, I don’t know. Six or seven isn’t all that old for a tame rabbit. But I am going to put him out of his misery. We’re not taking him to the vet, because we just don’t have enough money. Besides, we’ve never taken anything to the vet, besides the dog and the cats to get them fixed (or mend a broken leg. . . .). Chickens and rabbits who’re sick, they die on their own.

I would gladly shoot one of our cats down, because I don’t like live cats. I could pick off Streakers, Snickers, and Kisses easily. Domino and Jackie I might have a problem taking down, though. But I rabbit. I could never shoot down one of my rabbits, no matter how sick. They’re my buddies. Tex and Midget are my softies, and I’m attached to each rabbit in a different way. I could never shoot them. So if my dad’s serious about putting Tex out of his misery, I’m going to have to have him shoot my poor Tex. I couldn’t do it. I’ve had Tex for too long.

The sad thing is, I was never able to breed Tex. My dad wasn’t sure what would happen if we mixed a rex with just a mixed-breed. I bought Midget so I could breed mini rexes, but I’m not even sure I can do that anymore. Whatever happens, I am not selling my Midgy. Midge’s going to be bred.

But that’s definitely enough of my rabbit problems. I think, on Microsoft Word, that I just ranted about it for a little over a full page. I can’t scroll up and look, though, because my mouse doesn’t work right now. I have to do everything by keyboard. It’s definitely annoying, but I’ll live. I already went on the internet (fail) and opened Microsoft word and changed a few things about the formatting. It’s not that hard. If you’re ever stuck with this problem, definitely use the Alternate key, right next to the spacebar.

Oh, I have another character that might be a candidate for the top five favorite characters: Steven Hyde (sp?), from That 70’s Show. I like him better without the beard, though. . . .

So I’ve pretty much ran out of things to say. My knee, which I thought had a cluster of bites on it, was scratched too much while I was reading, so it pussed. I had yellowy puss coming out of the tips of the bites, and I’ve had that happen only on poison ivy. So now I think I have poison ivy again. You know, this time, I don’t think I went anywhere near any type of poison ivy. I was outside camping, but I’m 99.999% sure that there wasn’t any poison ivy there. And then, then I didn’t go outside much when I came home. Only to take care of the rabbits and clean out the pool and whatnot, and there’s definitely no poison ivy there. I’ve got to bring this up to my parents. There’s something going on, and I don’t like it.

Well, now I’m finished. I’ve got a few words less than 1,500 words. By about fifty words. Fifty words are easy to come by, though.

Another thing I remember! Joe actually wanted to have Joey School again. He said he wanted to learn German. At first, I gladly pounced upon the opportunity, but now I’ve got different feelings about it. I don’t want to do it. The kid is a very slow learner, and I have to repeat easy stuff, such as numbers, over and over and over and over again. It’s not exactly fun. He’s having a hard time with the first twelve numbers, let alone the first one hundred! Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fu(umlaut)nf, sechs, seiben, acht, neun, zehn, elf, zwo(umlaut)lf. . . . If I had the internet, I’d search down the u umlaut and o umlaut, but I don’t even have a mouse, so I can’t even search the symbols on Microsoft Word.

Yeah, well, I should be done. I’m hungry, it’s 10:00AM, and I’ve been writing for about forty minutes. Seriously? No, I couldn’t have been!

I’ve been attached to a song while I’ve been cleaning, lately. That’ll make it as the song of the day.

Oh, that reminds me of something else. My mom got her paycheck on Thursday. I didn’t. My mom went back up the Carrie’s office on Friday, methinks—hey! Methinks is a word—but she still hadn’t given me my paycheck. I didn’t get paid ‘till Wednesday. It took her almost a whole week to give me my pay check. But it was under the table, so I have no idea how much I make. My parents are pretty sure I made minimum wage, instead of what my mom made. Still, better than nothing!

SONG OF WEEK: Hanging by a Moment ~ Lifehouse