Last Saturday afternoon, I got a call from a woman who had contacted the shelter about a bunny in her front yard. She was worried that the little guy would go into her neighbor's back yard and get killed by the two dogs that live back there. I grabbed a carrier and headed over to her house.

When I arrived, the bunny was sitting on her front porch munching on some lettuce that the woman had put out for him. He was a medium sized bun, black and weighing I'd guess about 6 pounds. Even thought, I approached him very slowly, he took off running around the side of the house and into the lady's back yard. I was starting to get a little worried, because her back yard butts up against a pretty busy street and I didn't want him to run out into traffic.

I recruited her husband to help me herd the bunny back towards the front yard. But, of course, the bunny wasn't having any of it and decided to run into a neighbor's open garage. I followed him inside to find that he had squeezed in behind the work bench. I knocked on the door that led into the house and asked the homeowner if he would mind shutting the garage door. I explained about the bunny and asked for his help. With the garage door closed, the homeowner used a crutch to sort of prod him out from behind the work bench.

The bunny decided that he'd had enough prodding and made for the garage door to escape, but much to his dismay, he found it closed. I swear that the expression on his face was palpable when he encountered the closed garage door. The expression of "DOH!" could be read as clear as day. You could almost see him deflate.

At that point, I was able to scoop him up and carry him out to my car. I thanked the homeowner and took the bunny back to my house where he stayed for a day until I could take him to the shelter.

As it turned out, the bunny, whom we named Indy, is as sweet as they come and will make someone an excellent companion.