Glad to be Home

I am so glad to be back home and away from the awful vet. You would not believe the things they do to me there. Thanks everyone for being so concerned about me!

Of course, home isn’t quite 100% back to normal either. Dad and mum keep picking me up twice per day to force-feed me more critical care. But don’t worry, I make sure to put up a big fight and spill as much as I can on my chin and the counter. That way, they think they’ve fed me a lot and they give up and let me go. (I’m so smart.)

But yeah, I’m fine, just chillaxin, getting over my ordeal. Yep, nothing out of the ordinary here. It’s not like I really missed Betsy or anything.

gus is totally snuggling PAY NO ATTENTION TO ANY PHOTOS PRODUCED BY DAD – they are obviously faked!!

-Gus

9 comments

  1. You go, Gus! You might like it if Betsy helped you get the critical care off of your chin, though.

  2. I’m so glad to hear you’re doing better, Gus. Whatever happened – did you find out? You be good now, and the sooner you’ll be off the critical care =:)

  3. What a relief to hear that you’re OK!!!! That’s a great picture of you and Betsy, whether it shows that you are happy to see her or not. Critical Care. Blech.

  4. For me staying in the rabbit hutch is better that being confined in a vet clinic with so many test and medication being done to you.

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