Good evening, Everybun!
The insanity of last week is starting to wane a bit. Just for today, everybunny is eating, pooping, and not sneezing.
Charlie continues to recover and is getting back to her feisty self. She tolerates Orbox really well - the antibiotic she has to take for five days past surgery - and is eating more and more without prompting.
Her "field hopspital room" has buntastic visiting hours - you can stay with her as long as you want, and there's an all-you-can-eat buffet of pellets, treats, and her favorite veg. No, it won't last forever, but for now, the girl just needs to eat. And so, we hung out together, and I groomed her ears, nose, feet, and nose. I'm so glad she came through the operation. Here's to not having to do it again.
My hoomin tried to decompress after the morning rounds. On top of four dramas, the tar pits really kicked his caboose last week. But you how it goes: he's gotta do what he's gotta do 'cause we gotta eat.
And last but not least - we've made it to another Fall equinox! And yes, in the previous M*nd*y, we had a tiny, little baby cold front come through!
Goodnight and good luck!
- Gus
PS: The baby front: