Monday, 10 October 2016

Going grey

Since her ear crisis last month, Mabel still has two small pale patches on her slightly-ragged ear. One is a small bald line, hopefully just where the bandage was rubbing when she had the drip. The other, at the tip, was bald but has now started to grow white fur! 

She's not the only one going grey… we have a new worry at the moment, as she has started to do an almost constant chewing action with her mouth. Off to the vet at midday, and hoping it's just a piece of apple bark or hay stuck in her teeth…

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Monday, 19 September 2016

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.


Wednesday, 14 September 2016

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. 

Friday, 9 September 2016

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.






Friday, 2 September 2016

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…


Thursday, 1 September 2016

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!

Wednesday, 31 August 2016

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.

Sunday, 28 August 2016

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!



Saturday, 27 August 2016

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.