The zombie story is finished. That's not the purpose for this post, though. The purpose for this post is we've decided to give away our pet rabbit.
Personally, I'm a dog person. I've always been a dog person. I enjoy an animal that is stupid enough to be happy to see me. So when we got stuck with a rabbit by an old friend and his wife, I wasn't exactly jumping with joy. It's a sweet creature, but the fact is that all of our pets aren't really our pets. instead, these animals are more or less completely my fiancee's. The downside is that, while she enjoys HAVING the animals, she doesn't truly have the time to care for them all.
On top of this, I recently got the approval to get a puppy. I like puppies. I'm getting a damn puppy. She can keep the finicky cat, I want a dog that will eat my leftovers and be more than happy with a belly rub and a game of catch. Plus, at least dogs are loyal.
The decision, then, was to send our rabbit, Commodore Lord High Flopsy of Her Royal Majesty's Navy, Duke of Exeter, Savior of the South Seas Colonies, on a trip. He is embarking on a journey up one flight of stairs to become the pet of the couple up there, our good friends. Right now they're out buying bunny stuff with my fiancee, I'm watching WonderShowzen, and I'm about to fix a pork roast for my dinner while the vegetarian half of our relationship is gone.
Long story short, she'll mope for a day or two, then go back to normal.