Five years ago my family blackmailed me into getting a dog.  They threatened me with a rabbit.  If I didn’t cave on the dog, we would have a long-eared carrot chomper stinking up a cage in my daughter’s bedroom.  I wasn’t about to let that happen.  

Don’t get me wrong, I love to see a cute bunny hopping around the yard as much as the next person.  I just didn’t want one as a roommate.  If we had a big house or a basement or a barn, it would be a different story, but we don’t.  When it came to Peter Cottontail, our house just wasn’t big enough for the both of us.