On Friday afternoon, I had a half day off work and took the buns in for a vet visit. A few weeks ago, Phineas and Quincy developed some gas/stasis issues… and as a result, both were put on some additional medications.
Last week, Liz took Phineas in to the vet as he was appearing listless and uninterested in food. Usually, this is a sign that stasis might be setting in – and something may be blocked in their system.
Last night, after dinner, Liz decided to let the rabbits out of their pen area so they could roam around a bit more. Our house is still pretty messy, and there are lots of areas where we’re trying to keep the buns away from… but we were able to cordon off the main room and the stairs, allowing them to explore just a bit.
Tonight, after many, many months away… I’m happy to say that Phineas and Quincy are back home with us again. We were concerned that the state of construction at the house would be too much for their systems (lots of dust and particles in the air), so we kept them away while the bulk of the demo work has been going on.
Many months ago, Justin was taking a printmaking class, and learned that his instructor created a lot of artwork based around bunny rabbits. He commissioned her to do a small portrait of Baxter (our rabbit, who passed away last year). It was an incredibly touching gift, and I know Liz was incredibly moved by it.
Since the rabbits came back from their vet visit last week, they’re on a few more medications (for a brief while). Though the mornings aren’t so bad, the evenings end up being an involved process where we have several different meds to line up for each bun.
We’re happy to announce our newest family member: Phineas. We met him when we were at Red Door Animal Shelter, on the lookout for a new friend for Quincy. When we met Phineas (originally called “Cowboy”), Liz and I both fell for him right away – he was curious, inquisitive, and not shy at all about hopping in your lap for some pets/attention.
On Wednesday evening, Liz and I headed back to Red Door, this time with Quincy along with us. We got word that despite his E Cuniculi, Quincy was given the ok to visit with both the EC and non-EC bunnies – which meant things worked out in every possible way.
We’re heading back to the Red Door on Wednesday evening, to hopefully introduce Quincy to some other rabbits. We’re excited to have him meet Cowboy, and to see how they get along… and we’re looking forward to hearing how Dr. Horton feels, regarding Quincy’s ability to safely meet some of the other non-EC bunnies.
A few days ago, Liz and I headed over to Red Door Animal Shelter to visit a few of their rabbits. It’s been many weeks since Baxter passed away, and it wasn’t until very recently that Liz felt like she was ready to think about adopting another rabbit.
In Frankfort, while visiting Bob and Julie… Liz and I got to see something pretty cool. Out in the backyard, Julie showed us a small patch of ground by one of her bushes. There was a small patch of ground that was pulsing a little, moving around every so often. I didn’t know what was going on, but Liz (with a lot of hesitation) started to peel back the ground a little bit… and this is what we saw:
We spent Thanksgiving in Frankfort with Julie and Bob, and since we were there for a few days… we ended up bringing Baxter and Quincy along. There was a warm room in the basement where Julie has her plants, and so that ended up being the perfect spot for them. But before we transferred them inside, it was warm enough that we decided to give them a bit of time outside, in the yard.
Yesterday, Liz got a bunny IQ treat ball for our rabbits, Baxter and Quincy.
In the bottom of the ball, you place a bunch of treats. There’s a middle partition that has an adjustable opening (kind of like a “difficulty” setting), and then a final opening on the outer covering. With the toy positioned correctly, treats should fall out.
Last week, I noticed there were several phone books lined up outside our front door. As we were heading to work, Liz turned to me and said “Don’t forget to bring one upstairs, when you get home.”
At first, I was taken aback. Why would we need a phone book? It’s not like we ever use them. Maybe she wanted me to bring one upstairs so that we could help eliminate the mess at our doorstep? So we could recycle it?