”You ready for this, Pud?” I lie on the floor on my stomach, scratching him between his ears while he ignores me and eats hay. I need to coax him into his carrier so I can go meet Rita and Susan for a bunny spa night. I had no idea bunnies needed such a thing, but here we are. Plus it’s a fundraiser for the rescue.

I only recently learned that none of the volunteers are paid in any capacity. Not even the two women who run the entire rescue and coordinate ...