Pruning time

Today Mabel and Dijon's servant risked life and limb to prune the apple tree, climbing high to reach the tallest shoots. 

Were they grateful? Well Mabel taught the thickest branch a lesson or two, but they showed little interest in the shoots. They seem to prefer the leaves when they're crispy, so perhaps tomorrow they'll show more gratitude.

Bunny meltdown

With record-breaking temperatures here over the past couple of days, the bunnies have been taking it easy and spending a lot of time stretched out. This afternoon, Dijon appeared to have melted. 

Poor Mabel's ear

Mabel's  ear has been rather scabby since the drip, but we assumed it was healing. However this morning it felt particularly dry and looked rather odd, so I picked her up to examine it. There was a line, like a scar, by the edge near the base of the ear. I'd hardly touched it when an inch long slither of her ear fell to the ground. It was completely hard.

There was no blood, and Mabel showed no sign of pain and didn't even wash the ear when I put her on the floor. Part of the ear must have died after she had the drip in it. We will be going to ask the vet for advice this afternoon. I really hope that she won't lose any more of her ear.

Seagrass Carpet

Following last night's episode (from which Mabel has thankfully recovered) we popped into the local carpet shop. The aim was to find a runner/rug to cover the bald patches in the carpet and hopefully to be less attractive to Mabel. However, all the runners were fairly long pile. After explaining the problem to the man in the shop and joking about seagrass carpet, he pointed to a long seagrass mat! It was untreated seagrass, sewn together with hemp.

It was the last one in stock, and, at £8, quite a bargain, not only compared to the pet versions available, but also to the vet and medicine bills from eating carpet. 

Mabel immediately set about chinning it, and Dijon seemed to like the taste. Only time will tell…

Here we go again...

Wouldn't you know it! After a day of Mabel Mischief, carpet ripping naughtiness, and all-round extreme bunniness, Mabel is rounding off the first day of (meteorological) autumn by having a bout of not eating.

Her recovery was going so well, too.

As soon as we spotted it, she was scooped up and given a dose of the medicine we'd stocked up on for such an event. This is not good for our nerves!

Service Update

Mabel is 100% back to her old self. Munching on the table leg,  jumping on the armchair, begging for treats... all good signs that she has made a full recovery.

A week of illness does mean, though, that there is a backlog of scenting to work through, so many objects to stake a claim to. My index fingers are well and truly owned.

Just as it should be.

Normal services resume

Mabel would like to thank all her well-wishers, and to assure them that she is back in business.

She is acting as if nothing ever happened, but enjoying all the extra cuddles and attention. Today she has been eating well, sitting with Dijon and even enjoying some fresh air, out on the patio.

Here she is, smiling for the camera, with no idea of the worry she's caused over the past week!

Still not quite right...

Mabel still is not quite right. Her appetite is greatly reduced, and she seems only interested in small nibbles of dandelion leaves, the occasional blade of succulent grass, and carrot tops. The burbling and gurgling form her insides is alarming at times – unfeasibly loud, like a mad scientist's chemistry lab – but she's happy, generally comfortable, though subdued.

Previously, she would be somewhat resistant to accepting strokes, but now she will sit for hours being stroked, grinding contentedly away. She even lets us insinuate a hand between her tummy and the carpet… if we'd tried that at the beginning of the week, we'd be in for an encounter with razor blade teeth.

So it's a waiting game. Ensuring all medication is administered, encouraging eating and drinking, and goading her into some activity.

Dijon, meanwhile, is showing his displeasure. He's not accepting strokes if Mabel is close by, he sits with his back to her, and he's having a bit of a sulk. At times he wants to sit alongside her and give her a groom, but she seems to smell odious to him.

Another waiting game for her normal scent to return.

Home!

Yes, Mabel has returned home. Her right ear is a little bruised and limp, and she's feeling a little sorry for herself, but she's most definitely happy to be home with us. She's had a lot of cuddles (for her), and has been grinding, eating, drinking, and grooming; generally doing all the things she's not been able to do over the past few days.

Dijon is not overly happy to see her. A sniff here and there, but he hasn't been welcoming of her. Not surprising, really, as she probably smells of an alien environment, and he doesn't quite know what to make of it all.

The bill...? Not too bad, really. Very much less than we'd expected. See below...

We're all so happy and relieved to have her back again.

First exposure to sunlight for a few days.

A little trouble drinking from the bowl, so help offered (and accepted).

No place like home.

Grooming feels so good@

Itemised vet bill.

Update 2...

Afternoon visit complete, and Mabel has picked up considerably. She's moving and eating a lot more, and is clearly desperate to come home. The moment she saw us she came to the front of the cage and tried to hop out. She realised that this was not to be, and returned to the back a bit cross.

Fingers crossed that tomorrow she will be allowed to return home. We're all going crazy without a full quota of bunniness in the house.

Still collared.

Nothing quite as delicious as a fresh dandelion leaf.

Drip, drip, drip...