The Life and Times of Bunnies

  • Girl Bunnies Don’t Poop?

    Betsy is trying to claim that “girl bunnies don’t poop.” As you might expect, mum and dad don’t believe a word she says, and they keep encouraging her to poop (and eat).

    For the past week, dad has locked Betsy up in our area at night, while keeping me out. While this does mean that I get free run of the whole house (including the bedroom!) at night, somehow I can’t bring myself to get too excited over it.

    Naturally, Betsy is not pleased at all about this situation – especially the “being picked up and syringe fed 3 times a day” bit. But dad and mum are keeping it up, and Betsy is keeping up the disapproval.

    betsy - pissed off after a syringe feeding Betsy appreciates all the good wishes we’ve gotten, although I think she would appreciate not being picked up and syringe-fed more. (Dad of course is a big softie and gets all choked up every time someone wishes Betsy well in the comments.)

    Dad promised her that he’d stop force-feeding her if she starts eating and pooping on her own, but so far the most she’s done is just nibbled some parsley here and there.

    As for the pooping thing, dad says I am not helping by using Betsy’s litterbox every chance I get and confounding his attempts to see if she’s pooped yet… but it’s my litterbox, too! That spare one he set up outside our area just isn’t the same!

    I’m sure Betsy will give in to dad’s demands eventually… somehow, he always wins. Must be something about being 10 times our size…

    -Gus

     

  • Dad, I Hate You So Much Right Now

    Dad, I can’t believe you had the vet do this to me.

    betsy after surgery I hate you so much right now. Or, I would if I wasn’t so woozy from that stuff the vet gave me. What did she call it? Opiates? Why are there all these colors floating around?

    betsy after surgery 2 When I feel better dad, you are in so much trouble. And don’t even THINK about trying to syringe feed me again. I’ll eat when I’m good and ready – understand?

    Woah. I think I’m going to lie down for a bit.

    -Betsy

  • Betsy Update

    I overheard dad talking to the VET this afternoon. Apparently Betsy made it through her surgery just fine, but there’s still a question as to whether her face will return to normal, and how long she will have to be on (injectable) antibiotics. So she’s going to be spending the night at the vet’s office, and tomorrow mum and dad are going to go pick her up and also learn how to give injections.

    Man, Betsy is going to be PISSED!

    In the meantime, I’m going to just hang out here in dad’s office. It’s a little lonely without my partner in crime, but… well we’ll see.

    -Gus

  • Nooooooo!!!

    pet carrierUm, dad? Why is THIS thing out again? You were just joking about me going back to the vet, right?

    Right?

    NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Not the vet again!

    Dad says I’m going in for surgery this time to have the abscess removed.

    Well, I tell you what dad: you have to catch me first.

    -Betsy

  • Where’s Dinner?

    Sometimes dad is really late with dinner, and we have to give him subtle hints that it’s time to feed us.

    where is dinner This one usually works pretty well. The double-dose of disapproval really gets his attention.

    I can happily report that just after this picture was taken, dinner was served.

    -Gus

     

  • My New Hiding Spot

    I’m really mad at dad. He said I’d only have to have stuff put in my ear for 2 weeks. Well, it’s been more than 2 weeks now and he’s still doing it.

    In protest, I decided to cause some trouble, by going somewhere I’m not supposed to, of course!

    betsy is somewhere she should not be

    You might be wondering how these pictures were taken – well, mum took them. And I love mummy because she never picks me up and never puts stuff in my ear.

    Also, mum lets me go places dad would shoo me away from. Mum is awesome.

    betsy is curious about magazinesAlso, we share the same taste in magazines! Yum!

    betsy's new hiding spot So, this is the hiding spot I settled on. Not bad, huh?

    Unfortunately dad found me, so it wasn’t as good as I hoped. But still, I managed to avoid him for most of the day, so I guess I’ll take what I can get.

    Next time dad, I won’t be so easy on you!

    -Betsy

  • Can’t a bun just take a nap?

    It seems I can’t even take a nap without dad snapping a picture of me, or checking to see if I’m still alive (something about the way we flop over when we’re sleeping really freaks him out – it’s great fun).

    But geez, can’t a bun just take a quiet nap around here without being disturbed?

    betsy flopped (next to gus) with ear up I tried using Gus as my shield against dad, but it didn’t work so well. Dad still saw me and took a picture (after looking very closely to see if I was still breathing – he is such a worry-wart).

    You’d think my tunnel would be a good place for a nap, but dad finds us in there, too – and there’s nothing worse than waking up from a nap only to see dad’s head framed at the end of the tunnel. Ugh.

    Does anybun have any suggestions for good napping places? Or where is your favorite place to flop out for a quick snooze?

    -Betsy

  • Feed Us Or Else

    Sometimes the service around here is a little slow. When it gets too bad, we have to take drastic measures. Like this:

    gus and betsy - up to no good Feed us now or else!

    We can threaten to chew mum’s shoes, or the couch, or just give dad the evil eye. It usually works pretty well – for example, shortly after this picture was taken, breakfast was served.

    gus and betsy eating breakfast Much better. OM NOM NOM NOM.

    p.s. In case anyone wants to know, Betsy is doing OK (as you can see), but she still has the facial paralysis problem and she is still getting the medicine in her ear, which she hates. She has another week of treatment to go, so we’ll see how she is then.

    -Gus

  • Tunnel Buns

    Even Gus enjoys our tunnel – but sometimes we both want to sit in it, which results in having to make some compromises with positioning.

    snuggling in the tunnel Whenever dad sees us like this, he says we are being “snuggle bunnies in the bunny-love tunnel.” But he’s totally mistaken; we’re actually in the middle of a shoving match to see who gets to flop in the middle of the tunnel. Dad just doesn’t understand though – probably because our shoving matches happen in slow motion. I guess I can see why he might confuse this with “snuggling.” But he’s still wrong.

    By the way, in case you were wondering, dad is still putting stuff in my ears. The vet said I have an abscess at the back of my head, at the bottom of my ear canal. The stuff being put in my ears is supposed to treat this, or so I hear. We’ll see…

    Anyway, aside from being picked up far more often than I would like, I am fine – thank you everyone for asking!

    -Betsy

  • Stop Touching My Ears!!

    I really don’t like the vet.

    She poked me, prodded me, felt every inch of my body (and especially my head), stuck things in my mouth, and most annoyingly, stuck things in my ears – and then put STUFF in my ears!

    And to make matters worse, now dad and mum are picking me up and putting stuff in my ears twice every day. For the next 2 weeks.

    Having stuff in my ear just feels weird and I have to shake my head after they put me down and fuss with my ear for a long while until I feel normal again.

    It is all very undignified. I strongly disapprove of all this treatment. But I will have my revenge – I will run away every time dad comes to pick me up. I will run all the way to the other side of the house, and then back again. I will not make it easy on dad! My hope is that eventually he will give up.

    Anyway, now that the VET visit is over, I need to go sulk in my tunnel. Dad, you’d better stay away!!

    -Betsy