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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Alice and Hazel

Hazel, at least you have to try to disapprove! Look at me, just try it, will you?

- Thank you, Erica and Utah Rabbit Rescue!

PS: Erica says, "This is Alice and Hazel, we took them in from a city shelter.  Alice's family moved away, leaving her abandoned in a hutch  A kind neighbor saved her and took her into the shelter.  Hazel's family dumped her outside, she was trapped and taken to the shelter.  We introduced them the day we rescued them and they became instant friends, a rare occurrence!"

Utah Rabbit Rescue is having a toy fundraiser   They are hand making toys and all funds are going to support the bunnies in their care.  https://www.facebook.com/utahrabbitrescue/

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


Yeah, he's not looking at my craisins anymore, is he?

- Thank you, Audrey!

Monday, December 11, 2017


So where are the cawwots? You said there would be cawwots and nutriberries on the tree!

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Follow Cinamon and Jake on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update

Charlie - I miss my bunn friends :-(

Greetings, Everybunny!

Latte is doing well. She eats, is active and her appetite for the Science magazine, books, and cardboard boxes is undiminished. She is still taking an antibiotic, and we are applying the special cream to the scabbed-over wound. The swelling is holding steady, at least it's not getting worse. Her labwork indicates E. coli and Pasteurella.

We will be going back to the V. E. T. first thing Tuesday morning. Latte will be sedated, and she will get another cleaning. Good vibes and crossed paws will be most appreciated.

Under such circumstances, bonding is the least of our concerns. We'll try that once Latte is out of the woods.

We'll keep you posted,

- Espresso

Saturday, December 9, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 5

We consumed two orbits going back and forth over the pros and cons of the options for losing the booster. It drove the flight controllers mad, but they had to work with us. In the end, we came back to where we started, and we stuck by our original decision to wait for the probe to pry us loose from the booster. The best thing we could do then was get some sleep. I set about making dinner, and Zoomer arranged to call our folks on the ground. She was able to reach the little bunletts and provided them with a full report explaining why their project was stowed away early. They were very excited regardless and didn't mind what we had done. They said they had plenty of data. The microorganisms exposed to the unfiltered radiation of open space showed an interesting reaction to the harsh environment. They metabolized the radiation. They bunletts promised to let us know what else they discovered.
Zoomer, early days, with short hair.
Zoomer reached her grandma as well and talked with her for a long time. I managed to catch Abby. She was glad to know we would be passing right over where she was in a couple of orbits, and she promised to wave to us. Even Pancake and Molly came by and gave us their paws up. Molly said that the weather was beautiful, the breeze was cool, and work didn't feel like work. They were sorry we couldn't join them. As expected, no bun was concerned one bit about that stuck booster of ours. Or was I missing some cues? Abby did say to Zoomer that come hay or high water, everything would turn out O.K. because I was here. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anybun else. Our call ended when Pancake called everybun to hurry up because their sea carrot seedlings weren't going to drop themselves into the seabog. And they ran off rather hastily.
Molly study.
I turned my attention to Zoomer, "So, Captain, is there anything else you need me to take care of before we turn in? I suggest we get some sleep. Tomorrow could be a long day." She mumbled something in agreement as she turned to get some sweet snacks to nom right before rest. She tossed me a timothy-nanner bar, and we crawled into the pockets on the couches. For a while, it seemed like the only sound in the capsule was that of our lips smacking as we put away the sweet bars. The doctors couldn't be too happy about that, but then again, they could do nothing to stop us. "All is well, and then, it ends," I wanted to grouse. I saw no reason to let the perfectly good snacks run the risk of going to waste.
Zoomer broke the silence, "This isn't the strangest return trip you've had, is it? I've read some of your reports, Major."
Pancake study.
"No, it's not, if you're worried about this one," I said with a mouf half full of food and my tongue trying to clean out a particularly sticky piece of dried nanner stuck behind my left upper incisor.
Zoomer study.
"To this day, I'm not sure how we returned from that one unplanned vacation," I continued when that bit of nanner finally came loose. Zoomer perked up, her ears straightened out at attention, and her nose started to twitch. "Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe this will help her relax," I thought for a second.
"You know, Zoomer, sometimes the hardest thing to do is to forget all about what's going on and to enjoy the moment you have," I started, as we entered another orbital night.
"That one 'picnic' mission isn't logged anywhere, and there's very little public information about it. It's been classified for the longest time."
Zoomer's eyes were focused, and her ears were spellbound. I composed myself the best I could and went on.
Mr. Toes
"One time, our crew decided to take a vacation together, everybunny on the Buzzard. We had chartered an old, light shuttle and got a discount on it because we could fly it ourselves. On the way back home, we had to pass by an old heavy-repair station. At just the wrong moment, their time dilator blew a gasket and jettisoned a nebula of hydrogen timeoxide. We had no chance to avoid it. We braced for impact. The trouble was, we didn't know exactly what impact that would have. Initially, we thought everything was OK. We were coming up on reentry really fast, so there was no time to dwell on what had happened. At first, no warnings went off, only a few circuit breakers popped. We concentrated on the landing. Then, Pancake got a high-temperature warning on one of the covers for a landing skid..."

Friday, December 8, 2017


This the Season, hoomin, and a Friday to boot! I'm having a pawty so off you go, hoomin.

- Thank you, Melissa!

PS: Follow Cinamon and Jake on their FB page at Jake & Cinamon!

Thursday, December 7, 2017


What did you do with all the craisins, hoomin?

- Thank you, Kayla!

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Latte Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

Yesterday morning Lattes wound on her foot opened up, and Angie found her in a puddle of blood. We rushed the Latte to the vet. She came back home last evening (long day at the tar pits) and is doing well.

It turns out she has an abscess on her foot, and the nasty thing popped open. Moma V.E.T cleaned it out, x-rayed the foot and said it didn't spread to the bone yet. That's the good news. She also said these things are difficult to treat so the puss went to the lab to determine what antibiotic can handle it.We expect to hear from the lab within 72 hours.

At the moment Latte is back on Baytril twice a day. From her behavior bun would never know there's trouble brewing. She eats and hops and demands headrubs without skipping a hop.

On the other paw, Ijoin flipped his proverbial everything contemplating how bad things could get.

What were your experiences with injuries of this type? Were antibiotics effective? Was surgery effective? Did the foot had to come off? Then what?
We'll keep you posted,

- Ijon

Tuesday, December 5, 2017


You have what? Plans? Oh! You'll make me a salaaaad, and administer head rubs all day!

- Thank you, Mellissa and Collected Moments - Bunnies!

PS: Follow Camilla and Sweeney on FB at

Monday, December 4, 2017

Smithers - Looking for his hoomins

Hoomins, where are you?

PS: Remember the fires in Sonoma County not too long ago? Smithers is one of the survivors, and the Sonoma County Humane Society is hopeful Smithers could still be reunited with his hoomins.

Thank you, Mike, for the heads up.

The SHS asked for sharing at the end of their post on FB and here is their progress report.
Smithers the bunny was found on 10/11/17 at the end of Coffey Ln (nearest cross street Dennis Ln) in Santa Rosa. The finder states that she also saw a white bunny and chickens and that the nearest property was burned and had a brick gate.
It's been nearly 7 weeks since Smithers was saved from the fires. When he arrived we knew he would need specialized care and immediately called Dr. Pfann of Brandner Veterinary Hospital. One of our rabbit volunteers happened to be at SHS and was able to rush Smithers to Petaluma for emergency care - thank you, Chris! The team at Brandner Veterinary Hospital has been caring for Smithers (at no charge to SHS!) since he was found, and we are incredibly grateful for their compassion, generosity, and expertise <3

Here are the updates we received from Brandner along the way:

10/19/17: We are taking it day by day, he will obviously need some toes amputated, but his ear is looking good, his eye lids are having a tough time and we are focusing on getting the thickened scabbing off by soaking and treating eyes with drops, he is a wonderful little patient even though he must be in so much discomfort, of course we are continuing with pain meds multiple times a day as well as eye drops and antibiotics.

10/25/17: Wanted to share a pic of Smithers - we are progressing well and will be amputating toes this week and will monitor how his ears heal up.
11/8/17: Smithers is doing well. Just had a second surgery today to amputate some toes and part of one of his ears. We will be keeping him until we're sure he is recovered and doing well post-op. We expect to be able to transfer him back to you within 2 weeks time.

As of 11/29/17, Smithers is back at SHS doing great! He's curious and chipper and has a good appetite. While he may be missing some fur, a few toes, and parts of his ears, we think he's the most handsome bunny in the world. Smithers isn't available for adoption yet, but we'll let you know when he's ready <3
P.S. We're still holding onto hope that his former family will see this post and recognize him. He's a 5lb male black and white English Spot mix with one ear up (right) and one ear down. He was not neutered when he arrived. Please share.


Sunday, December 3, 2017

Espresso, Latte and Charlie Update

Greetings, Everybunny!

We tried to go on a road trip in a basket again, but the AC went out in the car, so we didn't go far. Instead, we go to hang out in the living room. All three of us plus the hoomins. Unfortunately, we made no progress.

We tried to share a big salaad, but we ended up taking turns at nibbling at it, and the poor hoomin never got to take a clip with all three of us. Maybe next time.

The plan for today is to have a movie day in the basket. That means we will get to sit in the clothes basket and watch a movie, or two, with the hoomins. I guess we are settling into the slow and long routine of trying to make friends again.

The good news is that Latte's foot is dealing and doing better. Also, we only get a fraction of the pellets, and it's mostly hay and salaaads for us. Thump!
- Espresso

PS:  We tried a new video editor: Lightworks (https://www.lwks.com/). The program has a free version. The best thing was it didn't crash once. Audio came courtesy of NASA. The recording is from pre-launch of Apollo 17 (https://www.hq.nasa.gov/alsj/alsj-ApolloAudio.html). We used the first few seconds of a three hour plus long clip (https://ia801409.us.archive.org/10/items/Apollo17/765-AAA.mp3).

Saturday, December 2, 2017

X-Plus Bun - Red Hop, Pt. 4

We floated still for a moment, stunned by what we had heard. Zoomer looked at me in disbelief, perhaps expecting me to have an explanation for what was going on, no matter what the center said. My head swirled with confusion. I had a hunch that we had a bigger problem on our paws than the malfunctioning booster.
"This is not exactly out of the book, is it?" Zoomer wondered quietly.
"How do you think those books get written?" I asked.
Zoomer at the console
Zoomer got on the console and started looking through the logs. "Pay attention to the times when we were asleep, please," I said. Zoomer raised her eyebrows at me. "Center, what did you do when we weren't watching?" I asked the Cap Com, trying to sound sweet and coy as if I had caught red-handed a couple of pranksters in the act.
"Red Hop One, standby, we are looking into this," responded Cap Com, genuinely puzzled. "Zoomer, that first night I couldn't sleep, I heard them talking about deploying updates without notifying the crews," I said.
"I don't see any activities in the logs, only the usual telemetry, but nothing out of the ordinary," said Zoomer without taking her eyes off the console.
"I don't think they touched anything here, but I'm not that sure about the booster," I mumbled.
"Major, I think we need to prep for the orbit," said Zoomer.
"Are you thinking or commanding?" I snapped.
"Suit up Major, I will configure the ship for deorbit!" said Zoomer, still sounding shaky. I smiled at her and kept motioning with my right paw for her to keep going. "Major, get the suits ready now!" growled Zoomer from her gut. It still came out awkward, but she meant it.
I dove toward the storage lockers on the floor to get out our suits. The electric motor in the pilot's couch announced the changing of its configuration. I waited for it to come down and lock in place. That allowed me to get our suits above it so Zoomer could lower the commander's couch. I got her suit out of its protective bag while she prepared for the burn. I hardly noticed the thrusters making the tiny adjustment to our attitude. Up by the forward facing windows, Zoomer worked the joystick like a true professional and wasted no fuel. She didn't have to correct her adjustments. Next, I stowed that little bunlett's science experiment and secured it in a locker. Cleaning any floating rubbish came next. Whatever got stuck to the air filters went into the trash bin. I looked like a busy space maid, but the chores gave me something simple to do and freed me up to process our current situation. Some electric motor came to life in the capsule, and it took me a second to realize it was the commander's couch changing into its landing position.
Zoomer at the console and Toes doing chores
"Major!" yelled Zoomer, "... the center is taking inventory of our consumables."
"Great, they are trying to figure out how long we can last here," I responded grimly.
"What if we killed our bio-telemetry?" giggled Zoomer.
"I would write you up for an exceptionally dark sense of humor, sort of like the blackest of black that you see outside," I said with the most deadpan mouf I could muster, but Zoomer wasn't looking.
After a while, she left the console and floated down to the couches, and we started prepping our suits. "Major, I did the final platform alignment and loaded the retrofire burn data, the center is verifying my numbers. We can leave here whenever we want to. The only thing we need to decide is where we want to land," announced Zoomer.
"Right! Sounds great, except we have that leech of a booster stuck to us," I whinged.
Mr. Toes & Zoomer
A call from the center put an end to our banter. "Red Hop One, we have some options for you." My paw tightened on the rim of my helmet while I buffed its clear bubble.
"Red Hop One, we recommend waiting eighteen hours until a maintenance probe can rendezvous with you to perform a disjunction on the booster," said the Cap Com. "Alternatively," he continued, "you could attempt a propulsive vent through the airlock to separate the two vehicles. Engineering calculated that you should be able to build up enough pressure in the capsule to carry out the maneuver."
"Stand by," I responded.
Mr. Toes
Zoomer looked up and to her right, and her lips were moving ever so slightly as she tried to digest the possible consequences of each option. The quiet in the capsule had an overwhelming feel to it. The atonal symphony of the little noises making up the ship's signs of life offered no comfort and only punctuated our time dripping away.
"If we try to blow out the booster, we'll be out of air, and it may not work," whispered Zoomer. I nodded in agreement. After another long pause, she added, "If the probe has to saw off the booster, we could re-enter with whatever is still attached to the docking collar. We could even do an EBA and pry off whatever we have to. I need your thoughts on this, Major. Do you agree?"
"Let's wait. We can always wait to get evacuated if we have to," I said. We told ground as much, and the wait was on.

Friday, December 1, 2017


So, who stole the berries this time, hoomin? A bear? The nights that say NI? 'Cause you wouldn't eat them, would you?

- Thank you, Fleetie!