A long time ago, when I had just recently bought my house, to my utter suprise I spotted a white rabbit in the road near my driveway.
I stopped, pursued it, then with the help of some neighbors caught it. So into my house, staffed by two hunting dogs, one more agressive and one who could kill, if only he could work out how and what, plus, at that point a very agressive cat.
Anyway. I found a cardboard box for a “den” supplied carrots and similar veg, and locked it up in the spare bedroom.
It was night when we caught him, so the next morning I went around putting up (to me, at least) funny cartoon posters advertising I had a truant rabbit within around 2 to 300m from my house. I also told the local vet.
Nobody contacted me, so the next day I started house-to-house door-knocking and got a lead from one neighbor that a kid just down the street had lost a rabbit.
So I took it there. His mum was apparently unmoved by the loss of rabbit - one of my posters was right outside their front door and this was the second day I was in possession of the rabbit. Anyway, she did admit to owning it, when her (approx 5 year old) son came to the door and claimed it.
He asked “Do you think that he (the bunny, I can’t remember it’s name) enjoyed his holiday?”
I did not have the heart to tell him the truth about my incredibly-dangerous-to-domestic-rabbit animals, so I just gave him a happy description about it having its own room and being fed the best vegetables…
The mother looked a bit pissed off that it was back, which just goes to show that there are people who can keep pets, and people who should keep pets, and there are a number of differences in the person involved, depending on their ability and dedication.
Ms. Noem could not even keep a pet.