I'm such a happy bunnie today. Yesterday started badly as I was taken to the vet all because my Primary Care Giver had one of her feelings which always means cat basket, car, vet. I'd hoped they'd forgotten about vets because it must be five months since I've been. Anyway, I showed my objections by wriggling about on the examination table and causing as much trouble as I could but she was right as usual. I had a flea! I knew I had an itch but didn't realise someone had set up house near my tail. The nerve of it.
Then my bum's nooks and crannies were shaved because I couldn't clean them properly as my fur was too thick. Now there's a bit of a draught but I feel free,free,free as a feather. And bouncy.
The vet weighed me. Perfect. Teeth, perfect. Eyes, superb. Ears, spot on. Tummy, nice and squishy. It's a good life.
I had my first Christmas card just for me from my friend Pauline-the-postie who looks after me when my lot are away. My sock is hanging on the Aga so all is set for the best Christmas ever because the dogs are going skiing with Simon and my Joanne so I won't be stuck in the utility room all day. I wonder how those gangly legged dogs will manage to ski? They look silly enough careering round the house and garden, legs flapping in all directions. I'd be so embarrassed if I looked like that. Oh well, we can't all be perfect.
Merry Christmas to all my friends especially to Hyperspace-George and his family, William, Smudge and Lennie.
Harve has carefully ignored one of the things the vet said. He should not be allowed beetroot sticks because they have added calcium. Rabbits don't need added calcium. It makes the urine thick and yellow and can lead to all sorts of things like kidney stones. So stick to grass and hay all you lagomorphs. And the odd carrot of course.
Then my bum's nooks and crannies were shaved because I couldn't clean them properly as my fur was too thick. Now there's a bit of a draught but I feel free,free,free as a feather. And bouncy.
The vet weighed me. Perfect. Teeth, perfect. Eyes, superb. Ears, spot on. Tummy, nice and squishy. It's a good life.
I had my first Christmas card just for me from my friend Pauline-the-postie who looks after me when my lot are away. My sock is hanging on the Aga so all is set for the best Christmas ever because the dogs are going skiing with Simon and my Joanne so I won't be stuck in the utility room all day. I wonder how those gangly legged dogs will manage to ski? They look silly enough careering round the house and garden, legs flapping in all directions. I'd be so embarrassed if I looked like that. Oh well, we can't all be perfect.
Merry Christmas to all my friends especially to Hyperspace-George and his family, William, Smudge and Lennie.
Harve has carefully ignored one of the things the vet said. He should not be allowed beetroot sticks because they have added calcium. Rabbits don't need added calcium. It makes the urine thick and yellow and can lead to all sorts of things like kidney stones. So stick to grass and hay all you lagomorphs. And the odd carrot of course.
