Mr. Bun - Saturday update

We are back and we are freaked out. Trying to stay comfortable and keeping one's wits about is rather difficult. My hoomin is doing his best and he struggles with having to improvise. A lot. Suddenly the realization hits that taking care of disabled rabbit is nothing like taking care of a bun one is so used to. The feeling of inadequacy in everything being done is maddening. We'll do what we can. Next follow up is on Friday. If need be, we'll head for the vet sooner. Especially if the part that is taped up can't be kept clean and dry. Houston in the blind, keep those vibes coming :-)

Mr. Bun

Mr. Bun - back to the vet

I can't believe we're going back to the vet.

.... Houston, we have to.

Back to the vet indeed. Turns out my left rear leg is sticking out to the side and we're not sure what's going on. Mama vet said come back if I'm not at least 50% better in the morning. So here we went.

Later on the vet called. Fracture. Cast for 1-2 weeks. Spending Friday night at the vet. Should be back home by noon on Saturday.

Hoomin says he got me a new bundo, new pee box, pooch pads ( WTH are pooch pads you silly hoomin?!?). Should be all comfy now.

Houston, we sure could use some of those good vibes sent our way.

Mr. Bun

Peppermint

Merry Christmas Every Bun! ... and no, you can't shake the presents.

- Thank you Ken!

PS:  Peppermint was rescued by Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue, where Ken is a volunteer. Peppermint can be found on Bun Space

Freya

Dinner was half an hour late. I don't even feel like  properly glaring in disapproval. Clearly I'm wasting away to nothing.

Never mind the endless Timothy hay, or the little bit of food from yesterday I still had leftover that I spilled on the floor. That isn't fresh enough for me, the Goddess!

Is it Friday yet? I can almost taste it.

- Thank you Alicia!

Mr. Bun and the vet...

I thump in your general direction.

- Mr. Bun

PS: I had to get a check-up at the vet. Turns out he might have some arthritis in his back legs. So we got anti-inflammatory med. And eye drops. And 'sneezing' medicine. And we're grumpy. My hoomin takes it about as well as I do, we're both seriously bummed out. Getting old can stink sometimes :-(

Butterscotch

This is Captain C. Butterscotch-Noam. If you're watching this, it means we've left the camp and are heading directly due South for the Cinnamon Valley.

The storm destroyed most of our remaining supplies and we are down to a few frozen carrotinis. Hoomins and cats are loaded up and saddled and we'll have to drive them hard, but that's our last chance. See you in the valley. **THUMP**


- Thank you Lexi!

Binx

I thought I asked you not to mess about with that thing in my face?!? Do I have to thump EVERY TIME I'm explaining something?

- Thank you Tracy