Bloo, my stuffed representation of the internet sensation Boo started smoking under the supervision of my boyfriend. I am so disappointed.
I decided it would be a lovely idea to leave Bloo with Mr. Chokkattu for a fun day at his office and workplace, to be returned to me the next time he sees me this week: Tuesday, if nothing goes wrong. The morning went fairly well:
It could be something as personal as an inner battle to better yourself, as giving as opening up and shedding suspicion of those different than you, as worldly as stopping an insidious disease caused by misinformation. Start now.
Haha, well isn’t it like humans to attempt to place things in pre-made boxes and paradigms before they try to understand the thing itself? After reading this, I kind of really want a rabbit. Plus the fluffiness has always appealed to me.
Some of the “concerns” the author went over in this article were ones I’ve heard far too often from ex-rabbit owners, and I agree are total misunderstandings of how animals should act. A friend’s mother was telling us the other day about the rabbits their animal abusive (they’re called APL on them before) decided to purchase for their little girls, and how they tried to train them to be more submissive by starving them, and feeding them only when they’re “good.” *shudders*
Except my professor’s Turkish. Meh, I guess he’s not THIS bad, but there are a lot of cross outs on my notes for sure.