We got some time with Mr. Bubbles, and Liz entered in to mediate the bonding session. Things went very positively, and we felt really good about their encounter – so much so that we decided to make it official.
Today was pretty huge. After all that digging, and clearing out all that space under the deck… to have this unit officially running was really amazing. Truly, a major milestone for us at the house.
We’ve had a few more bonding sessions with Daisy and Carmelita this week. Things seemed to start off positively (the two were really great with one another, at Liz Rench’s house). But the last few sessions took a turn, where Carmelita has gotten a lot more aggressive.
I was in the office today (a rare occassion). Took a meeting in a small conference room, and spotted this note/tag on the radiator.
ytho?
Things were a little rough downstairs for the last session, so we decided to relocate upstairs to the bedroom. Even more neutral ground. Liz had a lot more guarding to do.
Carmelita and Daisy, sharing a pen for the first time. This was our first (brief) intro for them together, and Liz sat inside to moderate.
Got a call from my cousin Diane that she was in town with her boyfriend, Ryan. We chatted during the week, and coordinated with them to meet up Saturday night. They’ve had quite the whirlwind Chicago vacation, and today was no exception.
Two females bonding is not unheard of, but is typically a tougher match. So there was some hesitation here, bringing Daisy and Carmelita together. But they got along pretty well on their first date, and Carmelita was a strong candidate.
To me: Dig Dug is a Victorian era grandfather. Who got hit with a shrinking ray, and also got taken back in time to his 5 year old body. But he retained all his facial hair. This is all I could think of, every time I looked at him.
The only thing this guy is missing is a tiny, checkered vest. And maybe a monocle.
“So I pay the price, my dear
H?re’s to a measly twenty-three y?ars
I’ve got more beds to make
At the bottom of Marrowbone Lake”
This is, I believe, primer. Fun fact: she’s using spray paint, but had to trek out to the suburbs to get it (spray paint isn’t sold within Chicago proper). Go figure.
While Liz and I have had a lot of experience bonding bunnies over the years, we were nervous about tonight. With Daisy’s failing eyesight, we weren’t sure how she would respond to a new environment (and the introduction of a new bunny).
What I remembered of the packaging: it had a white rabbit for a design/logo. And it tasted really good. But there was outer, paper-y wax-y kind of coating that you had to suffer through, before you got to the good stuff.
“No space between these sorted sardines
Crammed in a stitched up kangaroo
Let’s buckle down on a wedding gown
A little straightjacket made for two
Made for crooks like me and you”
Over the weekend, Liz and I had an appointment scheduled at Red Door to visit with their bunnies. It’s a shelter we’ve been to oftentimes in the past (where we found both Quincy [originally Marciano] and Phineas [originally Cowboy]).