Mom never jumped on the Facebook bandwagon. Misguidedly, she was convinced it was merely a passing fad. Wow, she missed that boat. But despite the undeniable dominance of this little corner of social media, Mom has never made herself an account. But Mom is no stranger to "connecting" with the world using other means - my blog being one of them. She Tweets and Vines and was Instagramming before it was even cool. Alas, she still hasn't figured out Tumblr....
Above we see one of many experiments she has being doing trying to find the perfect Instagram framing app. Aren't Miss Binks and I adorable? And speaking of adorable, here are Miss Binks and I canoodling in our tent....hopefully this link works...
Ah yes, there we are, we just can't get enough of each other ;) A bit of an explanation about that clip: Miss Binks and I have been residing upstairs in the living room for the last few weeks. We had air conditioner problems and unfortunately, a very shady repair company came in and charged a fortune for what really ended up being a blown fuse. But the icing on the cake was when they left without reattaching the hose that connects the water drain to the output, resulting in water all over the basement, and in the family room where we live. I tell ya, when Mom got home and saw that mess, she called those people and complained, but they just hung up on her. Then Dad called back and he started speaking in what I can only describe as a completely different language - "colourful" language some people might call it - certainly words I'd never heard before. And whoever he was talking to must have been hard of hearing because Dad sure was yelling awfully loud. Anyway, our home insurance will be repairing the damage and us two have been relocated until said work has been completed.
Mom has finally gotten around to editing that other clip of me having a misadventure in the furnace room. I LOVE the furnace room! I'm not allowed in there because there is too much trouble I could get into, but every now and then, Mom or Dad might leave the door ajar and that's when I take full advantage. So I leave you with this clip of me not listening to Mommy.....and make sure you watch to the end so you can see me giving the business to a blue pillow I found in there....
Summer may *technically* still be two days away, but the weather outside has jumped ahead to full-on hot and sunny. Fresh air from the screened patio door keeps Miss Binks and myself on our toes - her, with her nose pointed in the air sniffing the freshness that wafts in, and me, wishing once, just once, that the door might be left open so that I can dash out for a full-on rabbit run! Alas, history dictates that I don't know how to behave properly when I am let outside without security, so staring beyond the mesh is all I can do, while Nutters and Butters mock me from the squirrel feeder.
But the nice weather means that Mom takes us out side in the x-pen so that we can get our toes in the grass and the sweet scents in our nostrils. Binky is especially fond of being outside - she thinks she is a wild bunny when she is out there, not a worry in the world, periscoping on her back feet, her nose a-twitching. Me on the other hand, I took a nap....
The Bunny Misadventures continue. One I will talk about in another post as Mom hasn't edited the little video yet, but I did get into some other trouble that Mom and Dad did certainly not find funny....
Mom came down to give us our evening salads and she noticed that I wasn't in the family room. The gate was open, which means there is a very good chance that my vagabond bunny feet have taken me someplace I'm not supposed to be. Mom immediately checked the furnace room, as that has been my recent go-to hiding place when I get the chance. But I wasn't in there. She then checked the storage area, long known to have hid me on many occasions, but not this time. This was when Mom started to worry.
She called Dad and told him I was missing. He came downstairs and that's when the all-out search began. Flashlights in hand, the furnace room was inspected again, moving all the x-pens, foam squares, the central vac hose, the toy box.....but I was not found. Next they emptied the storage area - luggage sets, pictures, boxes, Rubbermaid totes, all hauled out into the hall. Dad even crawled right to the back and turned the corner to see right under the bottom of the stairs......but I was not found.
Mom's shaky voice called out for me as she opened every cabinet door and Dad stared in bewilderment of where on Earth I could possibly be. "Did you do outside for any reason? Into the garage?" Mom asked. Dad thought to himself. "Uh, well I did go into the garage to get my wallet out of the car but then I came right back in...." Mom raced to the door that goes into the garage and ran around the car calling my name.....
She found me by the garbage cans.
"HE'S HERE!!!!!!" she screamed to Dad as she swooped me off the ground and squeezed me extra tight. She wasted no time flying back into the house and plopping on the couch, rocking back and forth, crying into my fur......"Fluffy!!!!! Why do you have to scare us like this?! Why must you always get into trouble!" Well, I certainly didn't mean to. All I did was see Dad go out the door, so I followed him. Then he turned around and went back in the house and left me in there! "Look at you! Your feet are dirty, and your whiskers are covered in dust!" Well, yours would be too if you just spent three hours exploring garbage cans, recycling bins, snow tires, shelves, lawn chairs.........
Mom was just so happy that Dad didn't actually open the garage door, because we all know, I would have been gone like a flash, and with a three hour head start, it's doubtful I would ever have been found. She plopped me down by Miss Binks who proceeded to immediately start grooming all the yuckiness off of my fur. "Where were you Fluffy? I didn't know where you went..." she said. "Binky, did you know that right through that door lies a bunny adventure playground beyond anything you could imagine? It was uncharted territory and I just had to explore it all!"
"Yes, but something could have happened to you. You could have got hurt, or got lost outside....what would I do without you?"
"Oh, I guess that's true. I'm sorry I worried you my Binky Girl. I'll try to be a good bunny and always be by your side......."
I feel bad that I caused so much worry, that I made Mom's eyes leak and Dad's hair turn a little more grey. Us animals that share this house and life with them mean the world to them, and losing any of us is not something either of them ever wants to think about.
Unfortunately, our hearts were broken last week when our little Louise Hamster crossed the Rainbow Bridge. It happened so fast and unexpectedly, it was a complete shock to us all. One evening, Weezie was running around exploring the couch cushions, and the next evening, Dad found her weak and cold by her food dish. He called for Mom to come. They tried to warm her up but it didn't help, she was just slowly fading away right in Mommy's hands. Mommy kissed her, stroked her and cried in her fur. It was clear to her and Dad that Louise was dying, and as hard as it was, Mom said "If you have to go Louise, please go. Don't hang on for us. We love you! We love you so very, very much and we will miss you. Please don't ever forget how much we love you, sweet baby......." And within minutes, sweet Louise took her last breath and lay still in Mommy's shaking hands.....
Mom has always said that love knows no size, that even the smallest of creatures can love and be loved. Weezie may have been hamster-sized, but the love we shared with her was giant-sized. You will be missed sweet Louise - you were a very beloved friend and your absence is deeply felt in all of our hearts......
Well, after a torturous few months of eye drops and antibiotics, I am very happy to report that I am all better! My tear production is back to normal and my eye ulcer is completely gone! I do still have to have drops everyday, but they are just the saline ones to keep my eyes nice and hydrated, not the medical drops that would sting. It's taken me a while to stop thumping every time I see Mom or Dad - I keep thinking they are just going to try to medicate me again. So overall, I am a very happy Big Tough Lop!
And what would a Big Tough Lop be without a bunny misadventure?! Hee hee! I'm still at the top of my game as you will see from the video above. Mom was sitting in the family room when I trotted on out into the hall to see what sort of mischief I could get into. Mom heard me rustling around somewhere so she decided to go have a look. Knowing that there is a very good chance of me being in trouble, she filmed me on her iPad. Have a look!
So Peeps, the lesson today is you are never too old to get into trouble! Eat your hay, eat your salads, take your meds ("like a good bunny!") and play safe :)
Me at the vet, sulking in the very back of the carrier....
Yup, there's been a loooooooot of thumping going on around here.....
So it turns out that I have an ulcer in my left eye. For the last month, I have been on two different types of eye drops twice a day (thump), along with sulfatrim to fight my infection (thump), on top of the metacam I take regularly. Oh yeah, AND stupid Critical Care (thumpthump)!
I had a recheck two weeks ago and my ulcer is doing much better so the sulfatrim is gone, but the eye drops are still around. And Mom is running out of new and different ways to get me to eat Critical Care....
I must have been a huge bunny in a previous life, one who could not be bossed around or made to do anything I didn't want to do. And now, in this life, I am 2 1/2 pounds and pretty much defenceless when it comes to having to take medication and Critical Care. Mom knows just how to hold me so that I can't use her body as a spring board to escape, and it doesn't seem to matter how tightly I keep my trap shut, she manages to get that syringe in there anyway. All I can to is stare her down, spasming out every time that syringe comes close to my lips, my ears hanging like cold, wet socks behind my head....
"Fluffy, mommy mixed it with apple and banana baby food today! It's yummy! YUM!!!!"
"Stick it in your ear! I don't want it!"
"I tasted it myself! You're going to love it!" And as always, after 3 or 4 false attempts of me spitting it out of my mouth, eventually I succumb to the fact that I'm not going anywhere until I eat. So eat it I do. And she's right, it tastes pretty good today, but I sure as heck am not going to let her know that!
Yesterday she made the mixture a little too wet and it made a big mess under my chin. After I bolted from her arms and triple-thumped my disapproval, I ran to my sulking spot by the fireplace and proceeded to shake my head violently, splattering the mess all over the wall and on Binky's back. "Fluffy! You got Critical Care all over my white Dolce & Gabunny tracksuit!" Mom waited until it dried, then Furminatored it off of her.....
I have a recheck next week. I hope they tell Mom and Dad that they can stop with the eye drops and I have gained enough weight that they can stop the Critical Care too. Until then, I shall continue my futile protests and thump thumpthump every time either Mom or Dad come into the family room.....
