Five Reasons Not to Get a Bunny for Easter


I am publishing a little shorter blog post today.  I have another post that will be released on Friday that has a Good Friday/Easter message.  However, I also wanted to keep to my regular Tuesday writing.  So, I decided to release a message about something that I feel strongly about – the problems with getting a rabbit (especially for children) for Easter.

For many, the Easter holidays have become a time to celebrate a large meal, an egg hunt, chocolate candies, and ducks, chicks, and bunnies.  I have a problem with what this godly holiday has morphed into, but focusing on that isn’t my intent with this posting.  My aim is to give you reasons to NOT buy a live animal (in particular a rabbit) for a child at this time.

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For seven years I was a rabbit owner and a member of the Michigan Rabbit Rescue organization.  During this time I was able to foster many rabbits in my home and it gave me the chance to witness various rabbit personalities.  I also learned a lot of information that I was totally unaware of previously.  As you read through the cautions below, you may know of exceptions to these statements.  There are always exceptions to general truths – take for example someone you know who lived into their nineties, even though they were an avid smoker.  Just know that these bunny facts are shown true with many, many rabbits. Continue reading

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Survival Training for Your Children

If you dropped dead tomorrow, would you children/grandchildren have any idea how to take care of regular duties?

This is a sobering question and one that many of us may think is unnecessary.  “I’m in good health”, you might say.  “Let my children be children while they’re young.  They don’t need to be saddled with adult concerns.  Isn’t schoolwork enough?”  That was at least my mode of thinking while my children were growing up.  They had a few chores, but most of the housework was done by me.  Like magic their laundry would appear washed and folded, the bathrooms they used would be cleaned, and the food that they consumed would be purchased, cooked, and on the table.

Then one day we received a call – a call I will never forget.  My brother-in-law called to say that his wife (my husband’s beloved sister) had collapsed in a restaurant and was taken to a hospital.  It was the last day of school and my daughter was on a field trip to Cedar Pointe, but my husband and I hurried to the hospital.  There we learned that his sister was in a coma.  She had suffered either a brain aneurysm or a cerebral stroke.  We were all in shock.  Sixteen years earlier the doctors had found an aneurysm near her optic nerve and she’d had surgery by a highly qualified neurosurgeon.  She had a long recovery, but with time she was able to return to her normal routine.  It was all a thing of the past.  Or so we thought.

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