I'd like you all to meet Stuart. He turned up in my mum's front garden about 10 days ago. Somehow I managed to catch him (ok, it was a 3 man operation, but I came out with the bunny) and we bought him inside where he swiftly made himself at home.
I've never had a rabbit before and am amazed at the size of their personality. He was such a cool house guest. He was toilet trained, only doing his business in the laundry and spending the rest of the time lounging around the house wherever he liked (our cardboard barricades were no match for his cunning). And he had no qualms with the dog (though at 17 years old, Jimmy wasn't much of a threat). Ok, there were a couple of toilet incidents and he did try to hump my leg occasionally, maybe because it was hairy (or hare-y, haha) but he was lovely.
The happy ending is that after about a week and a few false claims of ownership later (there seem to be a lot of missing bunnies in the area!!) his real owners spotted our sign out the front of the house and an emotional reunion ensued. Turns out his name is Benji (short for Benjamin I think). No wonder he wasn't coming when I called him.