The Good, The Bad and The Wee-Wee

A couple of weekends ago when we had particularly rainy weather, I found Whisky taking a nap on the arm of the bunny sofa. I presume this is because though he didn't want to go outside and get wet he still wanted the best vantage point he could to see any shenanigans going on with the foster buns in the garden run. For a bunny that doesn't have the greatest balance, especially since his ear surgery in January, sleeping next to a drop to the hard floor struck me as not the best of his ideas, but I left him to it - it's not like he welcomes me expressing my opinion on these things.

Later that day I heard the sound of claws on cloth - he had jumped down to the cushion and was merrily trying to shred it into a more comfortable place to snooze. So I took one of his nap-blankets and put it on the sofa. Problem solved, happy bunny.

Later that afternoon I noticed he had moved back onto the arm. I just knew something odd was afoot and on investigating, lo and behold, he had emptied his bladder into the blanket. No harm done, so I let it slide, but slightly frustrating when he was only half a dozen hops from a litter tray.

A week or so later however, he decided to repeat the trick on the human sofa, with no blanket, while I was upstairs sorting out photos for the Rescue. I knew what he'd done before I saw it, there was just something in the way he suddenly re-appeared as though wherever he'd just been was no longer a comfortable place to be. When you've lived with somebun long enough you can read them like a big neon sign.

So anyway, as is the rule in our house, unsupervised roaming privileges for Whisky have been revoked. Don't feel too sad for him though, mostly it just means I have to follow him everywhere...

"Look at this face - isn't it a face you can trust? Now shift - I polished off half a bowl of water with breakfast and if you don't move soon you'll be wearing it."

The Party Bun

"No, I'm not drinking it."

"What? But it's the weekend!"

"See what I have to deal with? I mean, it's not like I poured a WHOLE bottle of tequila in it..."

And...He's Still Not Moved

Rush?

[...chomp.chomp.chomp...]

"Time to go in? Well I guess I could do that..."

"...or I could just lay down here for a nap and ignore you. Why don't you go fetch me a bedtime snack while you think about which of those options is more likely?"

Gabriel and the Carrot

Those of you who follow our Facebook page will remember Gabriel from when he arrived as a terribly scared and frail little thing who wouldn't eat. I remember the days having to stop what I was doing every few hours to spend time trying to get him to take in a tiny bit more syringe-fed near-liquid snacks, the stress and worry of whether we could get things going through before his little digestive system shut down. It seemed like we'd never get him to take food on his own.

And now? Well for a start he is a lot happier now he is bonded with our special little Tibby. And the food? Not so much of a problem...

"If you think you can take my carrot, you might want to count your fingers first so you can figure out after how much your mistake cost you..."

Tuesday Tail #26

Sure, Mr and Mrs Chunky-Butt get their tails featured disproportionately on Tuesday blog posts, but then no other bunnies leave their tails lying around the Rescue with quite such regularity as our hefty friends.

Jester Mouf

Bunnies have teeth that constantly grow, which they wear down by many daily hours of grazing. Evil human meddling with their evolution to breed cuter, rounder-faced bunnies is likely to blame for many of the dental issues we see. When the top teeth don't grow straight and in line with the bottom teeth they don't wear properly and evenly. Consequently we have bunnies who either suffer regular dentals at the vets or, in the worse cases, end up having the offending teeth removed.

As if they know it's our faults, bunnies who have had their incisors (front teeth) removed always look as though they about a second away from sticking their tongues out at us...