My first rabbit of my own raising was a grey mutt of some sort.

what makes me remember him is the oft told story of how we were having bunny races (me and my sisters) and I accidentally somehow managed to pull his tail off. He was a very nice bunny and an excellent racing rabbit.

But somehow I pulled his tail off and it's been a family laugh ever since because I was SO very very mortified!

Oh poor bunny!

You must have felt...oh god...that's funny

Oh no! Poor bunny and poor you! I'm just picturing the powder puff tail in your hand and your howls of dismay.

i was 10/11 at the time. i was in total shock!

how funny. how did your bunny react? did it grow back?

OMG!! How awful for you both!

tail never grew back, was just a tail-less bunny. beyond a short squeal he paid it no nevermind.

I wonder how it could pull off so easily.
I guess I won't be pulling on any of my rabbits tails I wouldn't anyway

Poor bunny, good thing it didn't hurt him much.
So did your bunny usually win the races?

His tail could have been dead and a little tension made it snap off. It made a funny image in my head.

I don't remember my first rabbits too well (we got a pair when I was really little) from what I'm told they weren't all that pet like anyways.

My first rabbit I do remember was the one that started all this crazy rabbit madness.