Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Furroceous


When Caroline was with the Rescue, one had to be aware that what the rabbit was called and how the rabbit's name was spelled could be two very different things. It is thanks to her that we have a rabbit called Wondar (Wanda) and a lot of Houdini's paperwork announces the existence of "Houdeani". It wasn't until I was the witness of a sudden lamentation about why nobody could pronounce the name properly that I discovered the truth behind the name Tigris- Yes, she's a female tiger.

"That's right! Don't mess with me, I'm a huntress! Watch me show this willow ball who is the boss around here!"

Monday, 30 May 2016

The House Elf


Elf could be renamed Mr Lucky after the last couple of weeks. He is one of our special needs rabbits with chronic digestive issues that result in him inexplicably going into bouts of stasis for a day. Usually the result of this is that we arrive in the morning to find a big mess and Elf looking rather pleased with himself.

A couple of weeks ago, however, Elf did not recover from his stasis and was horrendously unwell day after day, so much so that euthanasia was being discussed as a serious option. The curious thing was that he could swing between energetic and happy to wretched and in discomfort in the same day, with no apparent trigger.

I did at one point consider taking him home with me to monitor him over the weekend. Thankfully, having been taken off two of his meds and confined to his Special Needs Unit so he can't come out into his grass area, Elf has continued to eat and appears happier. He has lost a lot of weight and muscle condition, which we will try to get him to put back on, but for the time being he appears to have evaded the Grim Squeaker by a matter of days.

"What do you MEAN I'm not allowed out any more?? But who will eat all this lovely grass??"

Somehow dear boy, I think we'll find a few people willing...

Sunday, 29 May 2016

No Dummy

I am fortunate enough not to have had to do medicines recently without one of the more experienced medicators somewhere on site for advice and to help with the odd tricky one. For me, 'tricky' includes figuring out which sister is which in the popstar trio. Now clearly, the one that runs away when they see you approaching holding a syringe is a good bet, but maybe she's finally realised the folly of this strategy because...

"Ha ha, how you gonna tell now?! See, my ability to fool you is almost as great as my...ventriloquism. Er...she said that."

Saturday, 28 May 2016

Irresistibly Sprat

After several years of having his wonky incisors burred every 4-8 weeks, Sprat had them removed earlier this year, but since then he has been a bit funny about breakfast. For a while he even developed somewhat of a pellet mush addiction - you could try offering him other foods, theoretically he should have had no trouble eating them, but he'd turn his nose up. Mushy pellet goodness was all he wanted.

It's not like there hasn't been any improvement but Sprat has still not been entirely his old happy self so I have been spending more time with him recently to cheer him up. Mostly with his favourite snacks. It definitely worked, but I've had so much fun hanging out with him again that now I just want to take him home. And thanks to all the extra treats, Sprat seems to have decided that might not be a bad thing...

"Forget the adoption forms - I'll just climb right into your camera bag and we can leave now, Amy will never know!"

Hmmm...I think she might notice. Plus, I'm not so sure Mrs Sprat will be happy about that either...

"Well that depends if you have another bag for me and a third one with MY favourite treats too?"

They're not exactly making it easy for me to resist here. [sigh]

Friday, 27 May 2016

Bailey B's Big Day Out


Bailey B and Mars' aviary is one of our smallest, so it is perhaps no surprise that when I went to clean them out this week he made a bolt for the door and the big wide world.

As you can see, he didn't get very far.

"Nomnomnomnomnom"

Thursday, 26 May 2016

Roscoe's Progress


Roscoe is one of our luckiest bunnies. On the day of the Rescue's Christmas get-together last year, he suddenly became severely ill and wasn't expected to live. After being rushed to the vets as an emergency he was diagnosed with liver failure and amazingly pulled through. He's been on a cocktail of drugs ever since and given a restricted low-iron diet.

"My husbun says he doesn't want his medicines any more, so kindly cease and desist."

That's ok, Roscoe, we don't want you to have your medicines any more either. Happily, if you could count, you'd know you've been doing very well and we've only got a couple more to wean you off of! Good boy.

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Shaving Accident


So, what did we learn today? If I'm standing there throwing woodshavings into your newly cleaned hutch, what do you not go and do?