So of course, I had to put mine on. Gotta show the coach I’m willing to put in that extra effort.
Liz and I were talking at the kitchen table (which was in the dining room, adjacent to where these two were at). I guess our voices lulled them to sleep because we looked over, and both of them were flopped to the side.
It’s been a while since I’ve captured a good “flop” from Phineas. A sign from rabbits that they are relaxed and at ease, it’s always delightful to see this (and better yet to see the whole thing in motion, start to finish).
For those that aren’t bunny owners, a rabbit flopping on their side is an indicator of comfort and ease. It’s a rare thing to see, and something they typically only do when they feel contented and safe. As their caretakers, Liz and I always feel great whenever we can catch one of them flopped over on their side.
He’s got a lot of regular meds (he suffers from E cuniculi), but he also has some extra meds to help with a cold he recently contracted. And on Sundays, he’s got an extra one that kind of takes his meds over the top.
The bunnies are also set up in their own space, in the basement. While it’s a bit chilly down there, it most definitely would have been colder in their space at our house… so we’ve offset things a bit by adding a heater. And we also tried to help retain some of that heat by providing a drop cloth and some styrofoam insulation on each side.
When I got home, the bunnies were out and about. I set my bags down, and they immediately got curious. I didn’t think much of it, even when Daisy started to rip the bag a little bit. At the store, I was given double bags – so I just figured the bunnies were tearing away the outer layer. Little did I know…
The bunnies have been staying with Liz Rench for the last few months, as we wanted them to be elsewhere during a lot of the recent house work. Over the holidays, Liz and I talked and decided we wanted the bunnies to return home.
Liz has been pretty sick the last two weeks, recovering from the flu and a few other issues. She just got back to work on Wednesday, and today we had a vet appointment for Phineas. Usually, she’s the one who takes the day to shuttle the bunnies out to our vet (Chicago Exotics), which is way out in Skokie.
Last Saturday, I had to set up a temporary area for the bunnies in our basement. I spent a while cleaning up the area first, then got some blankets down for a makeshift pen.
Liz sent me some photos last week of Phineas. I guess he had started digging in the litterbox (as he likes to do), and when she caught him and yelled at him… he ran off. A few short moments later, Liz returned to find him totally flopped on his side.
A quick search later, I found that uttering the phrase “rabbit rabbit” is meant to bring you luck, if uttered at the start of the month.
In hindsight, I think he looks more like a street tough with a toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He’s been waiting in this alley all night for you, and it’s finally time to pay him that money you owe. Or else.
After the big snow from a few days ago, Liz thought it would a fun idea to let the bunny rabbits experience snow for the first time. So we filled a small litterbox full of the stuff, and brought it inside for Phineas and Daisy to check out.