Today I took my son to a restaurant downtown that both of us really like. He's a wonderful young man to take out and he loves the macaroni and cheese. All in all, we both ended up having nice meals and a nice time.
The little issue I had with the restaurant today was the first special on the list. The friendly server started to list the specials and mentioned the rabbit dish. I immediately said "We have a pet rabbit!" She went on to list the other specials.
Hearing me say that, the server probably feared that she may have upset my son. He can take it though. And while I can deal with it as I know that some of us do eat meat (in my case reluctantly), it is me that has the big attachment to rabbits.
Since 1990, I have owned 5 rabbits. I wonder if I'm forgetting some. Currently, we have Freckles. She's sweet but currently, believe it or not at Easter time, makes a clucking sound. Don't ask. All of them have been wonderful and unique and some of them have been really feisty too. Rabbits are not boring, furry blobs.
The rabbit thing in my family goes back before my time and I am carrying on the legacy. I may get tired of cleaning up rabbit droppings and feeding Timothy Hay to an animal inside the house (I just don't think that hay belongs in a house) but I love bunnies and I will never eat one.
I just think I should have really put pressure on the server and told her that we also have a pet quail and that we farm pastramis. Then she would have been really concerned.