Whenever I’m hanging out in dad’s office, it’s pretty much always sleepy-time.
After a busy morning of getting up on the couch, trying to sneak into the bedroom, eating a big breakfast, pooping everywhere, ripping up some cardboard, and racing around the house a few times, who wouldn’t be tired?
I certainly think I deserve a nice quiet nap! Wouldn’t you agree?
-Gus
Well, I’m happy to say that I’m no longer being force-fed Critical Care. On Monday morning I ate all of my breakfast and this finally seemed to satisfy dad, so he stopped picking me up twice per day to force-feed me.
Still, just look at what I had to go through!
I’m pretty sure everybun out there will agree with me – this is awful. Is there a bunny version of the Geneva Convention? If there is, it should include a clause forbidding force-feeding like this.
I just wanted to get away, but dad and mum kept a hold on me. Although they tried many ways to feed me, I squirmed and wriggled and fought as much as I could, to make sure that it was as un-enjoyable for them as it was for me.
And every time they fed me, I had to spend forever trying to clean my chin. NOT FUN.
Anyway, I’m just glad it’s all over now, and I hope I NEVER have to go through all that again!!!
-Gus
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.
PAY NO ATTENTION TO ANY PHOTOS PRODUCED BY DAD – they are obviously faked!!
-Gus
Gus came back home today. Mummy brought him home, and I hear the first thing he did on getting out of his carrier was to foot flick mum & dad and run off to join me in our usual spot in dad’s office. (Some of you may have even seen Gus show up on the bunnycam!)
Dad only gave Gus a little while to say “hi” though, because soon he came and took Gus away and put him in lockdown in our area (complete with a nice, clean litterbox – for poop counting, no doubt). Dad says Gus is eating again – parsley at the moment seems to be what he’s craving – as well as munching on some pellets and even doing a little bit of pooping.
I hear he’s still going to get fed Critical Care though, at least for a few more days.
One thing I did notice was that Gus seems to have lost a lot of weight – dad said he’s down by over a pound (about 1/6 of his total body weight). He looks kind of funny too, with his skin hanging a bit loose now. But I’m sure he’ll fill back out again once he’s back to his regular diet. (Speaking of which, I can’t wait to see the big, yummy dinner dad will probably put out for us tonight!)
In the meantime, I think I might take advantage of the fact that mum and dad are paying a lot of attention to Gus to get some good napping done… and maybe I can even sneak into the bedroom and chew some of mummy’s clothes when she’s preoccupied and not looking at me!
Still, I guess it’s good that Gus is back home. It’s tough when your “partner in crime” isn’t around!
-Betsy
Looks like Gus got dragged off to the dreaded “V.E.T.” Glad it wasn’t me! I told Gus he should eat something this morning – I even left him half of breakfast! But he didn’t listen.
Then dad came along and scooped him up and carried him away. When dad came back a few hours later, he said Gus was going to be spending the night at the vet, getting fed more critical care, getting subcutaneous fluid injections, pain medicine, and x-rays.
Last I heard, Gus was sitting in the cage at the vet, furiously biting and tearing at the towel he was sitting on. Oh well. I told him!!
Dad says Gus will probably be back tomorrow, or maybe Saturday at the latest… right when it’s supposed to start snowing a bunch out here. Good one, Gus, for making dad and mum have to go pick you up in the middle of a snowstorm!
In the meantime I am enjoying the peace and quiet.
(Ok, maybe I miss having Gus around… just a little!)
-Betsy
Recently I haven’t been feeling 100%. So yesterday, I skipped breakfast.
This seemed to catch dad’s attention. It wasn’t so bad, I just took the day off to rest up a bit, and dad left me alone (mostly), but last night, after not eating dinner, things got much, much worse.
First, dad and mum picked me up and tried to give me a tummy rub. I tolerated this for a while, but really, who likes being picked up and their tummy touched? (It tickles.)
Then later on dad picked me up again and… (wait for it)… syringe fed me some gloopy stuff he called “critical care.”
Ugh I hate having things stuck in my mouth! The stuff wasn’t so bad (I did eat it), but I really did not want to be fed like this. So after a while I tried my best to wriggle out of dad’s grip, and he finally got the hint.
As a bonus, he cleaned my litterbox for me – score!
Anyway, I still kind of don’t feel like breakfast today, and both he and mum are up kind of early this morning and… wait, did I just hear the word “vet” mentioned?
I think I need to go hide!
-Gus
Did everyone catch that?
Yeah. 2011. The year of the RABBIT.
Obviously, I expect to get extra treats all year long. If I get treats, it will be a happy new year. If I don’t, well…
-Gus
This all happened about a month ago, but I was finally able to sneak the photographic evidence away from dad.
Yes, once again dad forced us to pose for his Christmas card.
Needless to say, we DID NOT APPROVE.
What you can’t see is all the stuff around us – dad was trying really, really hard. Just look!
I think this qualifies as bunny torture.
This was the final result:
I think we’ve finally convinced dad that “posed” pictures just aren’t going to work with us anymore. We won’t put up with it. I think next year he won’t try anything this outlandish – which means we’ve succeeded in putting a stop to this nonsense. Bunnies: 1, Dad: 0!
Everyone have a merry Christmas! I hope you get lots of treats!
-Gus
I know what this looks like, but this was seriously not snuggling!!
I was just… um… using Betsy’s ear to block out the light from dad’s office so I could sleep. Yeah, that’s it!
No, really!
-Gus
I love clean litterbox day, don’t you?
-Gus