Fred burrowed through

the wall-to-wall carpeting...I remember reading about this in a rabbit book when we first found Fred.  How it's in their nature to want to dig, and sometimes resort to pulling at the corners of carpeting.  Well, it's been about a year and some months now that we've had the old boy with no such incidence, but still, I  shouldn't have been surprised.

Darling daughter comes running up to me saying "oh, oh, Fred chewed on my carpet & I think it's pretty bad."  My first thought, can't be that bad, second thought, don't tell darling husband so Fred doesn't get into too much trouble.  Too late for secrets, because husband was right on my heals as I peered behind her toy chest & spotted the massive hole in the corner of her room.."oops, with hand over mouth, & John right behind me.." not much more to say.

I have to admit though, I'm secretly enjoying the comic relief of the whole situation...  With Dad in the hospital and for the first time in my life feeling a sense of such despair & heartache.  Thinking of Fred at a time like this, getting into trouble believe if or not actually put a smile on my face.  Silly rabbit!