Wolf's Den

You know, coming by the store at roughly 545am this morning and leaving a note saying you were looking for *your* rabbit, is about the stupidest shit. (I knew that was your vehicle I saw as I drove by on my way to pick up sandwiches at the Country Store.)

*Your* rabbit has lived with me for over a year and a half. You paid for her bedding, food and treats, maybe, *maybe* 6 months of that total.

6 months ago, roughly, I'll have to flip back through here to look and see for sure, you decided you were moving to a cabin in the woods and wanted to stick her in her flimsy cage outside. I told you I had a problem with that, and might have trouble giving her back to you then.

You said ok. You never once asked for her back. You never once came by the house to see her. You never once called to check on her. You know where I live. You know my phone number.

You said, and I quote, when I told you I had been very busy, to 'call me when you're not busy.'

That was six months ago.

Everyone I talked to has agreed that I would be in the right in not letting you have her. That you have forfieted on our agreement as far as taking care of her. That same agreement that was only supposed to last 4 months, might I add.

Sorry, dude, you lose out. I'll rehome Rufus and risk Puck dying of loneliness before I let you have her back.

Go drop off the damn face of the earth again.