We have no floods here but I'm still a bit under the weather. I feel really groggy this afternoon. They didn't realise they had both given me my bits of apple and banana so I had two lots. I did my best to explain but not wanting to disappoint I forced it all down. I'm not allowed much fruit because of my little problem. That goes for greens as well, apart from grass and a few herbs. Otherwise it's tummyache and I end up facing the nearest wall until it goes. If you must know, cabbage and broccoli are like chocolate pud to human babies. Straight through and out the other end. On top of all that I went out to play and cleverly found dandelion leaves and valerian so I'm on a bit of a high. I know what's coming. It'll be nothing but hay and water. How boring. Unless I can sneak outside for a few rose petals. Ena Harkness is my favourite, mild, with a gentle perfume and a hint of crunch. I suppose I could leave home for a day or two, hang out with the locals who visit our vegetable patch.
It took time for the vet, my lot and my friend Celia Haddon, to clear up my dirty bottom problems. I have a photo of Celia and me chatting about important rabbit matters. She understands these things. People give bunnies far too much bought food and just keep filling their bowls up. My vet cut down packet food by one gram a day until my weight was just right and I was squeaky clean and then all I have is hay and grass. It's a grass salad really, parsley, mint, baby carrot tops, rocket and bits of dandelion leaves. And don't forget the bedtime slice of carrot. And the odd raisin in a bundled paper towel and my nibble of pear and tiny taste of banana and .........
Nope. I don't think I will leave home.
Leave home? He doesn't go into the garden unless one of us is out. Sorting his digestive problems was a gradual business but very worth while and essential as he lives his life as a house pet. Tempting as it is to spoil him, we stick to the rules. He is such a good boy. But don't tell him.
