Working and bunnies

These past few weeks, I have been working far far too much, and my poor bunnies are getting annoyed. Joe bit me. I don't blame him.
Willow has been declared healthy by the vet, which is wonderful. She is still a very bad baby, running and leaping and sneaking on to the desk. I trimmed her nails again, and she was very good. She is getting a taste of what it means to be a bunny in my household. They just don't get to play everyday. And they don't get cleaned as often as they should. I am starting to get sad bunny eyes from her. I have to call her new foster home and send her there. It's been so so incredible to see her blossom. I really love her, and I hate to send her someplace I don't know. I want to know where she will be living out her life, so I know she gets the love she deserves. She started out rough. I want to make sure that doesn't happen again. I know Petsave is a great organization, but I want to keep control! And yet, when I get those pathetic eyes from all 10 bunnies, I know that I am not the best home either.
Cookie and Joe and Frank and Dad are in full out molts. Which means there is hair everywhere, and I should be grooming them several times a day. Cookie got brushed.... a few days ago.... Tomorrow I need to spend time with them. Of course, there are 50 million other things I gotta do too. Like laundry, cleaning, meeting with a director, and striking my last show. Oh, and hanging out with Alex, president of Zooh Corner. There needs to be more hours in a day.

Momma bunny's heart stopped when we last tried to do her last abscess surgery. They revived her, but it's not good. So, last Monday we went to the vet's home, and we did a "semi-surgery" on her. Which means we gave her a lot of Valium, and some local, and I had to pin her down as we cut and dug and tortured her for 2 hours. It sucked, more for her than me, but I was still crying. Hard to pin down a bunny you love while she is in pain. We have to do it again tomorrow. I am not at all thrilled. And all this torture may be for not. We are trying to knock the infection down enough to make her strong enough for surgery. But, she may die on the table too. We might never get her strong enough and she will have suffered these weeks.
Ug. Momma's a trooper though. She's trying. Her back looks like a pin cushion. Poor baby.

Caught Pogo today. He squealed. But kissed me later, when I petted him. He really needs to get used to being held. Marilyn likes it...

Well, I have to be back at work now.

Willow reaches new levels of bad

So, two nights ago, my cell phone died. No big deal. When I got home, I plugged it into the charger. The next morning, I grab my phone, turn it on, and make a 5 min call, when it dies again. hmmm I say. Odd, it charged all night.
I inspect the charger when I get home. Look at that... Little tiny bunny bite. Severed a cord... hmmm. WILLOW!!!!
Willow is now banned from my couch and desk. She is only allowed to play in the bathroom. I tried to let her play on the bed, but she kept eating my pillows...

Willow is trying hard to look cute here. Think it's working. She is up to 740g. That's a gain of almost 30g a day. It takes two hands to pick her up now. Plump little baby. One more week of antibiotics, and she will be good to go!

Momma bunny grew a jaw abscess 4 months ago. She has had 3 surgeries, and just can't seem to kick it. She goes in for her 4th on Thursday and I am very worried for her. Poor baby. She always seems to bounce back quickly from the surgeries, but she has been through a lot this year. At least she is eating plenty. Before the 2nd surgery she had lost a lot of weight... I give her extra treats now.

Send good thoughts her way!

Willow is a bad bunny!

Okay, so Willow and I have been arguing for days about the right to play on my desk. She really likes tangling herself up in all the cables. This makes her a mildly annoying baby bunny. Tonight she graduated to flat out bad. She danced and played and snuck onto my desk. Immedately I go after her, and she has buried herself in the corner. I try and dig her out... and the snot bit me! She bit me! Okay, given, I was attempting to drag her out from her current favorite nest of cables, but, SHE BIT ME! And it's not like she drew blood, or even left a mark, but really now. I feed her, and nurse her and kiss her, and she 1) won't listen to me 2) gets mad and bites me! When I do get her back to the couch, she throws her pellet bowl at me. Pellets everywhere. She is damn lucky she is the cutest little baby I have ever seen, or I would have kicked her butt. Now, she is on my lap, looking contrite and begging for attention.... I ought to eat her for dinner. Good thing I am vegetarian.

Ug. Babies. I should never have kids, cause i am about to lock her in her cage as punishment.... I hear kids don't do well when you lock them in cages....

Well, maybe I will let her dance a little longer...
(oh and she is up to 590g. A 230g gain in 8 days... pretty damn good for a little one!)