I can’t believe you, dad. First you force feed us both critical care (even though we don’t need it, I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen), but THEN you have the AUDACITY to drag BOTH OF US (not just Gus, but me too!) to the VET!?!
Oh you are SO in my bad books for the rest of your life, dad.
Just you TRY and come one step closer, and I will thump SO HARD, just you wait and see.
This is truly an outrage. And the vet didn’t even find anything wrong with us! So you wasted your time, which is no big deal as far as I’m concerned, but you also wasted MY valuable napping time, which is inexcusable!
Um, dad? What is THAT thing doing out? You’d better not be getting any ideas…
Ugh. In case you couldn’t guess, dad DID get some ideas, and after some scrambling on my part, he managed to force me in there, and drive me all the way to the vet.
The only good part of all this is that the vet visit was nice and short. The vet told dad that I am in excellent health – well, duh, dad, I could have told you that.
Apparently my abscess is completely gone and the infection which caused it has not come back yet, and now that 3 months have passed, it’s not likely to come back again either. So it looks like I’m in the clear.
But geez, did we really need to go to the vet to find this out? Somehow, I’d like to think we didn’t.
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.
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!!
Mum and dad think there’s something… not quite right with my lips. They think I look a little… “lop-sided.” Is that a pun? If so, I really disapprove of it.
To add insult to… well, more insult, they picked me up and took a picture of my face (just after I had eaten, which explains the fur stains).
Apparently dad also sent this picture to the VET, and even she said something doesn’t look right. I think I overheard “facial paralysis?”
In any case, dad is taking me to the vet today. Ha! That was a joke. You can TRY to take me to the vet, dad, but I’m going to thump and hide until you give up. Since I’ll win in the end, you might as well just forget about it. I don’t want to go to the vet. I hate the hour-long car ride. I hate the car ride, period. I hate the smell of the vet’s office. I don’t like being touched. I’m fine, just leave me alone!!
I hope dad gets the message. If not, I will have some serious disapproving to do when we get back home.
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!
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!)
We knew something fishy was up when this showed up:
Whenever the pet carrier shows up, we know we’re going for a car ride – and we HATE car rides!
Betsy heard the word “vet” mentioned.
Hmmm? What’s that dad? Did you say… vet?
No, you wouldn’t dare.
C’mon, Betsy, let’s check this thing out.
Hmmm… while I’m in here, I might as well mark this as being “mine.”
This is “mine” too.
Unfortunately, despite marking the carrier as “mine,” dad still scooped us up and put us inside and took us on a long car ride to… the v..v…VET!!!
It was not fun. I grunted at the vet when she tried to take me out of the carrier! Dad didn’t think this was very nice so he came and grabbed me… I can’t really grunt like that at dad.
The vet did all sorts of horrible things to us… like brushing our fur around our backsides and sticking some thing in our ears and in our mouth and shining a bright light in our eyes… it was bunny torture, I tell you!
But eventually it was all over and we came home and mum gave us some treats. The vet says we are very healthy – well, duh, I could have told you that!
Anyway, thank goodness we won’t have to go back there again for quite a while!!