We spent a good deal of the day getting prepped for work. But unfortunately, when all was said and done… the powerwasher had some issues. There was water coming through, but there was a leak somewhere that Bob couldn’t fix without taking the engine apart.
The recent spat of litterbox incidents made Liz think that perhaps Phineas is starting to get a little bit bored. So we’re introducing a few new things hoping that they’ll distract.
With Quincy having more mobility problems of late… we decided to try out a different litter box. The ones we used in the past were somewhat high on the sides, which sometimes provide difficult for Quincy to get past – both going in and out of the litterbox.
I learned that the doctor tends to go for 15 minute treatments for pain, though some animals may vary in terms of how they respond to the duration. Quincy seemed to fare a little worse the last few times, so she reduced the treatment time from 15 minutes to around 7-8 minutes.
The place we took Quincy to was called Integrative Pet Care. On arriving Liz noticed that the setup was very similar to what one might expect at a regular physical therapy office. But this one had stations designed for people who had a few more legs.
I know there are a lot of rabbits out in the suburbs, where there’s more green and more space to roam. It’s always surprising to see rabbits in the city – I got used to seeing them in Logan Square, but still getting used to seeing them in Hyde Park (which feels a little denser to me).
We took Quincy in to the vet today, and got a little more insight into his balance problems. He apparently has some inflammation in the area between his eyes and brain, which could be there for a variety of reasons.
There’s still something off, as he’s wobbling around a lot more. But this evening he was more his old self again. Seeing him eat was just such a relief, and watching him move around gave me a great sense of relief.
On the car ride home, Liz held Quincy in her lap in an attempt to keep him a little more stable.
Spotted this guy, while Liz and I were sitting on the porch. We were just relaxing at the end of the day, watching the sun fade in the sky… and when we looked over, we happened to see this guy by the car.
After he had a rather rough episode, we’ve been helping Quincy with his ears. In addition to all his medication, he now gets ear drops twice a day… and an ear cleaning once every three days.
At Chicago Exotics, they gave him a quick exam and did a few things: blood work, and they also took him in back to see if he could hop. I learned that at the vet, animals will sometimes try to “mask” their ailments due to stress. They interpret the doctors and strangers as predators, and may not reveal things that might come out when they’re at home in a relaxed environment.
A lovely photo of Liz, with our house in the background. Bit by bit, we’re making things better. I cannot wait until this backyard area is all cleaned up. I’m truly looking forward to inviting folks over to come and hang out. Can’t wait.
Saturday was another big cleaning day for us. Originally, the plan was to tackle the whole first floor last weekend, but we ended up only getting though the kitchen. Today: the remainder of the first floor. Mostly.
When I returned downtairs to prep breakfast, I discovered… one of the worst messes I’ve ever seen. This was not an incident of bored digging: this was vengeance. Pure, unadulterated vengeance. Bunny-style.