Betsy is feeling much better – she says a big bunny “thank you” to everone for their well-wishing. She’s eating normally again and pooping as a bunny should poop.
As for me… I’m pooped!
Keeping an eye on Betsy during this time was tough work. I had to stay up late with dad (he kept saying up late to watch over Betsy, what a sucker) and of course that’s rough work for a bunny.
So I took a little nap today in dad’s office, and like the crazy human he is, he filmed me.
Dad, you are crazy.
-Gus
Oh you should’ve seen dad and mum when they saw that Betsy had pooped.
Humans are so silly.
Betsy’s glad, though. She says if they have to force-feed her that critical care stuff one more time… well, I don’t want to think about what she’ll do!!
-Gus
Dad and Mum and Betsy went off to the vet and they just came back… dad says Betsy’s going to be OK. Betsy says she didn’t like the vet AT ALL. She said they “did things” to her and “poked” her and took her temperature – and that’s all she’ll say on the matter. Dad says she’s going to have to be “fed” something called “critical care” until she starts pooping again.
Dad says he always gets worried about GI Statis whenever we stop eating – he’s so thoughful sometimes. But Betsy did eat a little on the way home, so he says she should be OK. I’m glad to hear that!
Betsy did say that she gave the vet a really good THUMP as she was going back into the carrier – that’ll show her!
I’m just glad I didn’t have to go – although dad is calling me “shaggy butt” again and he keeps looking at the Furminator thing… I think I may have to stay low today. Maybe I’ll hang out with Betsy in a corner… that’ll keep dad away.
Anyway, Betsy says a big rabbit “thank you” to everyone and she’s feeling a bit better now (although not 100% yet).
And now… for a well-deserved nap!
-Gus
Yesterday Betsy said her tummy wasn’t feeling well and she didn’t want any breakfast. She sort of moped around all day, which got dad all worked up. And when she wasn’t interested in dinner, dad AND mum got worked up. (Not eating is a big deal for us rabbits.)
So dad picked up Betsy (she offered little resistance, which is how I knew she wasn’t feeling top-notch) and he said he heard loud gurgling from her belly, so he and mum gave her a tummy-rub.
Then, they locked Betsy in the “bunny prison” but left me on the outside – whee! Fun! If only Betsy could join me…
This morning Betsy still hasn’t eaten (well, not really, she ate two sprigs of parsley and that’s it) and hasn’t pooped either… and I heard dad mention the “vet” word. Uh-oh.
I’m going to lay outside the “bunny prison” and keep an eye on Betsy – I’ll write more later!
OK now dad, the first item on the agenda is my proposal to restore rabbit-access to the bedroom…
-Betsy
Dad keeps taking photos of me while I’m at work in the box.
He thinks he’s being clever.
I sure showed him!
-Betsy
I may not know art, but I know what I like… and I like that!!!
(Click the picture for the full-size image)
-Gus
*sniff sniff* What’s this doing here?
Are there any treats inside?
Nope, there weren’t any.
-Betsy
The other day I decided to see what all the fuss was about on this blue chair.
Smells fine to me.
Hey, I recognize that!
I didn’t see anything super fun, so I gave up. I don’t know why Gus spends so much time up there… the floor is so much better!
-Betsy
We got tagged for a fridge meme. So here goes:
That’s Captain Rupert’s carrot cake recipe in the lower left corner – I insist that dad keep it handy. Actually, come to think of it, he needs to make it again. Get hopping, dad!
There’s 2 round magnets with a rabbit on them that we got from donating to rabbit rescues (can you find them both?) Dad really likes to drink coffee, hence the coffee magnet – I guess that’s some sort of joke. There’s a menu under that coffee magnet as well, with a picture of a rabbit on the front! Dad thinks he’s some sort of great chef – well I guess his salads are pretty good.
Supposedly that’s a shopping list on the whiteboard, but I can’t read mummy’s handwriting either.
There’s a postcard from someplace called Nevada, dad’s old business card as a magnet, and some other magnets that dad and mum picked up from various places.
You can click on the pictures to see a larger picture with more detail… it’s not very exciting if you ask me. I’d much rather get inside, where dad keeps my dinner!!
-Gus