As the title suggests, my rabbit is a house rabbit and that comes with its own complications. I'm 19, nearly 20 now and this story happened when I was 15, 16 years old but I still remember it like it was yesterday.
My rabbit is an absolute c*nt (apologies for the language). His name is Argo because my mum likes naming her animals (and my brother) after things from mythology. I was coming home from school and, as always, I decided to come in the back. It was winter so Argo was inside. He and the cold get on like a house on fire. Anyway, I open the backdoor and I'm about to step into the kitchen when I hear something move and little feet pattering away. I look down and a box is in front of me and Argos sitting underneath the radiator with his head in his foodbowl. I know he wasn't eating because there was none of the food he liked in his bowl and he had obviously just chucked it all around the bowl. He looked up at me and tilted his head to the side slightly and looked at me like butter wouldn't melt. I kicked the box out of the way, muttering 'dick' underneath my breath as I walked past him. Turns out my mum wasn't home so I had to feed him as well. I swear I heard him laughing as I put his food bowl down and cleaned up the food around the bowl.
I love my rabbit but he is a massive dick.
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