Rabbit Wranglers

10/06/2026

Last week, Stinkor was trapped east of the city. This lucky boy was neutered tonight and received his first RHDV vaccine. Just look at those baby blues …

09/26/2026

Happy International Rabbit Day to our Wrangled Rabbits. To the ones who need a temporary place to crash and to the ones that are the subject of a late night panic call. To the spare room, kitchen and bathroom ones. To the ones who arrive en masse and the ones who hitch a ride from three states away. To the ones we trapped locally and the ones we haven’t (yet). To the ones who challenge us to provide life-saving care. To the ones who eat supplemental food from a plate and don’t notice the meds we’ve hidden in their pumpkin. To the ones who teach us how to give injections and take temperatures. To the ones on which we learn the Heimlich Maneuver. To the ones who need a little help to p*e and the ones who need goopy flushings. To the ones who flourished in and graduated out of chiropractic care. To the ones who mouth warning nips and the ones who latch on and hold. To the ones who really just need a haircut to distinguish danger from love. To the ones who need their greens cut into teeny, tiny pieces to the ones who teach us home demolition tips. To those who spray and the differently-abled ones who create endless baskets of laundry. To the barely noticeable, overtly pregnant ones and the orphaned ones needing round-the-clock care. To the chonky ones. To the matted ones. To the stinky ones. To the ones who need b***y baths. To the ones with long ears full of wax and to the ones without ears. To the ones who shed their coats the size of their bodies only to repeat a few days later. To the ones who like their nails long, to the ones who only need a little off the tip and of course, the three-leggeds who save us on nail trimming costs. To the ones who turn us into vegetarians because the greens we bought for them are no longer fresh enough. To the ones who will take you down at the whiff of an overly-ripe banana. To the ones who hide hay in our hair and Cocoa Puffs in our shoes. To the ones who remind us to have a plan on getting back up from the floor after spending time on their level. To the ones who make us question our coworkers if we smell like bunny p*e. To the ones who need couples counseling on neutral territory. To the ones on loan from their humans and the ones who keep requesting to come back. To the ones educating the community. To the ones teaching our techs and vets who will someday take care of them. To the ones who continually engage and sometimes challenge our Board-certified Exotic Vet. To the ones whose brief stays leave lifelong memories. And especially to the ones who broke our hearts - the ones we loved til the end.

09/24/2026

Look who made the Post Gazette’s Shelter Soulmates this month — our very own Chocolate! So grateful to our friends at the PG!

Shelter Soulmates is a monthly column spotlighting animals at Pittsburgh area shelters and rescues. In addition to descriptions and photos, you will find...

09/21/2026

Shed happens! Let us help! Bring your fluffer to our bunny spa on Sunday, October 11 and let us take charge of that second coat, waxy ears and tippy-tappy nails! Registrations now open!

https://www.zeffy.com/en-US/ticketing/bad-hare-day-grooming-by-rabbit-wranglers--101126

09/03/2026

We sure are feeling it again today. Let’s make a plan: we can help make it easier - on you, to give them what they need daily. Reach out, we got you.

09/02/2026

09/01/2026

Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit.

08/27/2026

Here we come again. Bad Hare Day registrations are now open for September 13.
https://www.zeffy.com/en-US/ticketing/bad-hare-day-grooming-by-rabbit-wranglers--91326

08/26/2026

We want to send an ever-so-appreciative shoutout to Sherwood Pet Health for their recent donation of one of our rabbits’ favorite foods! Post a pic of your bun with a favorite Sherwood Health product below.

08/24/2026

Meet Brit, she came to us from our friends at Humane Animal Rescue of Pittsburgh. She’s enjoying a twice daily soak of her infected hocks. Clearly, she thinks there’s no need for a timer as she would be happy just lounging all day long.