Today was annual bunny vaccination day. As usual, Mabel showed the
brains - she spotted the carrier being prepared early this morning, even
though it was done discreetly, and she was obviously preparing for a
chase. However, first we had a trip to the doctor with our daughter, so
the bunnies were sent back to their cage, and when we returned from the
surgery Mabel was scooped quickly from cage into carrier. Despite her
brief struggle and thumping, Dijon still just ambled stupidly into the
carrier to be with her!!
Weight, teeth, claws, vaccinations -
everything fine, thank goodness. £70 for the two vaccininations - we
had to remind ourselves that previously we would have been paying for 2
separate vaccines, twice a year.
They are now busily washing the stink of that HORRIBLE vet from their fur, and giving us the evil eye.
It's a bit cooler here now - it was around 32C last week. Dijon doesn't
enjoy the heat - he's such a muscular bloke of a bun, but Mabel
doesn't seem to mind. She's very slight in build, and we think she
feels the cold in winter, so has been happy with the sunshine.
She's always appeared to be such a good, quiet, timid little thing... until recently. In the evening, the buns are allowed into 'our' side of the living room. My husband sits on the sofa, and I sit on the armchair... yes, the buns have driven a wedge between us, as Dijon demands his cuddles at the side of the armchair. Not so long ago, Mabel discovered the sofa, and then she discovered that, if she hopped across my husband and onto that arm, she could reach the telephone table.
So now she is on a mission. Every evening, she develops a crazed look in her eyes, and sits by the sofa on her haunches, ready for take-off. Just when she looks ready to leap, she usually races off, doing a couple of laps of the living room, complete with mad binkies, then skids to a halt by the sofa, on her hind legs, front paws dangling.
Then thump and leap, a bit like a paso doble, she springs vertically, lands on the cushion, and usually sets about scrabbling husband's arm and side to move him. He tickles her, she springs down, and the whole process starts again!
Meanwhile, Dijon sits looking either confused or scared!
She's always appeared to be such a good, quiet, timid little thing... until recently. In the evening, the buns are allowed into 'our' side of the living room. My husband sits on the sofa, and I sit on the armchair... yes, the buns have driven a wedge between us, as Dijon demands his cuddles at the side of the armchair. Not so long ago, Mabel discovered the sofa, and then she discovered that, if she hopped across my husband and onto that arm, she could reach the telephone table.
So now she is on a mission. Every evening, she develops a crazed look in her eyes, and sits by the sofa on her haunches, ready for take-off. Just when she looks ready to leap, she usually races off, doing a couple of laps of the living room, complete with mad binkies, then skids to a halt by the sofa, on her hind legs, front paws dangling.
Then thump and leap, a bit like a paso doble, she springs vertically, lands on the cushion, and usually sets about scrabbling husband's arm and side to move him. He tickles her, she springs down, and the whole process starts again!
Meanwhile, Dijon sits looking either confused or scared!