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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 :)

Fluffy McFluffersons

Thundering Thumps

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 thump thump every time either Mom or Dad come into the family room.....

Fluffy McFluffersons

My Goopy Eye

Look at me.  Aren't I a sorry little sot?  This was what I looked like after my vet visit yesterday....

So I've had a bit of a crusty eye for about 6 months now.  I've been on eye drops and for the most part, it never really developed into anything.  That is, until this past weekend.

Mom was heading out the door and was saying goodbye to Miss Binks and I when she noticed my face.  "For the love of bunnies!  Fluffy!  What happened to your eye?!!!!"  She was on me like stink and before I knew it I was scooped up in her arms.  "Oh my Little Man!  Your poor eye!"  My eye wasn't just watery, it had white goop all over it and was almost completely crusted shut.  Out came the warm washcloth and Mom gently wiped it all away and washed the fur all around my eye.  Wow, it felt nice to get rid of that gunk.  Then she cradled me in her arms and got all mushy with me.  "My sweet Fluffy Man, my poor, poor baby...."  She buried her face in my fur and rocked me back and forth.  Then she finally set me back on the floor and I promptly gave her about 4 thumps to let her know that, although I appreciated the warm washcloth, all that extra baby stuff was embarrassing.

So yesterday it was off to the vet.  Here is a picture of me all burritoed for my duct cleaning.  Dr. Erin had to give me a needle for some sedation and then my eye duct was flushed.  It got all of the gunk out and I felt much better.  But by the time it was all over, I had just about had it with all the poking and prodding and managed a few drowsy thumps when I got back into my carrier, hence my sourpuss face in the first picture.

And of course, once mom got home and heard all about my ordeal at the vet, I got scooped again.  "Oh Fluffs, my sweet little man!  What a horrible, horrible day you've had!  Mama's little bunny boy, are you okay?  Are you feeling better?"  She knew I was because in between all of her mushy kisses I was trying to wriggle out of her arms.  She put me back on the floor and of course, I thumped my disapproval.  "That's my bunny boy!"

So I am on eye drops 3 times a day, doubled doses of metacam and baytril.  The vet says I could stand to put on a few ounces so I am also getting alfalfa hay and Critical Care mixed with baby food.  I go back to the vet for a re-check in two weeks.  Until then, I will enjoy all of the extra treats I am getting and do my best to stay out of Mom's reach *sigh*.

Fluffy McFluffersons

Hockey Bunns

If you're a hockey fan, this season has been a looooooong time coming.  But the lockout is now over and NHL hockey is back on the ice!

Dad looooooves hockey.  It's been tough for Mom lately because while the lockout was going on, Dad had nothing to do Saturday nights, which meant Mom had to entertain him.  "Let's watch a movie.  Can we watch a movie?  Harry Potter is on!"  A Harry Potter movie is ALWAYS on somewhere in the television universe at any given time of the day, and Dad will ALWAYS find it.

So hockey is back and Mom has Dad out of her hair and back on the couch watching hockey every Saturday night, and us bunnies get to watch with him.  To show our support, we put on our hockey jerseys because that's how happy we are to have Dad back, hanging out with us in the family room.  Between Dad's yells of "SHOOT!" and "Oh come ON!  How can you MISS that, you MORON?!", we get snorgles, pets and treats.  And sometimes Dad gets distracted and gives us extra treats, not remembering that he gave us each a raisin 10 minutes ago.....

So here is a little video of Miss Binks and I in our jerseys as we watch the Toronto Maple Leafs. GO LEAFS, GO!!!!

Fluffy McFluffersons