A really positive sign is that Daisy, this time around, seems to be recovering a lot faster than she did, previously. If there was chasing or running around… a few moments later, she was back to her old self. A far cry from her previous hiding.
On Saturday, in addition to picking up the hardware for our new security door… we also picked up a roll of new carpet. Because Phineas has been in his area for so long now, we decided it would be best to relocate both bunnies to a completely new space – totally neutral and new to both.
Using a technique Liz had learned about when we were bonding Quincy and Baxter, she decided to put both rabbits in the same carrier… and took them on a car ride. This “shared stress” experience, followed immediately by a meeting on neutral ground, was supposed to help.
Yesterday, we set up an area in the hallway upstairs for the rabbits to meet and bond. We wanted to find some neutral space to avoid any territorial bias, and since Phineas has never been upstairs… this was the best spot we could think of.
Today, we headed back to Animal Care League in Oak Park, to introduce Phineas to a few rabbits. We visited several bunny rabbits last weekend, and had a list of the ones we liked. Our goal today: introduce Phineas to the top contenders, and see if he liked any of them as well.
Lately, when we arrive home and let Phineas out of his area… he’ll head straight for the bedroom. It’s still rather surprising to me that, when I go to look for him, I’ll find him just perched at the foot of the bed. Relaxing.
Here he is, exploring around. He had a few moments where he got a little too close to the edge, but he’s done a fine job since of navigating around without slipping off.
Liz and I came home last week to discover this lovely mess. When looking around to see who the culprit might have been…
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.
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.
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.
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.
A few weeks back, after a routine checkup with the vet… we learned that Quincy is technically blind. We knew his vision wasn’t so hot (I remember a few instances where he ran full-speed into the side of a gate at our previous place). But hearing this news really brought home how old the guy is.