Several days ago, I thought I heard a bunny cough. I heard it a few more times before I could pinpoint who was doing it, and by then she was doing a little bark and scrubbing at her nose with with her paws. Peaches. Rabbits can suffer from various things that make them cough--some benign, others scary. So I left work early today, picked up the buns, and we drove up to Vienna to SEAVS--famous among bunny and bird and reptile owners in the area. As always, Pink sat in the front seat and controlled the music selections on the radio: today was Procol Harum "A Whiter Shade of Pale," and Janis Joplin's "White Rabbit." (What can I say? He likes the same music I do.)
Elvis was disappointed to see that we were visiting SEAVS instead of the School of Rock.
Peaches has an upper respiratory infection (she's a little wheezy in one lung and her eyes are beginning to get a bit gloppy) which should be very treatable with antiobiotics and eyedrops.
Here's Dr. Hoppmann (really, guys. That's her name! She says many a bunny owner has named their bunny "Hoppy" after her!) We love Dr. Hoppmann! Here's Peaches getting a spa treatment (nail trims all around for the gang).
Pink, not pleased about the way the outing has turned out.
The only casualty of the day. I asked them to take a little of the hair off around Elvis' eyes and nose so he could see. They did it before, so I didn't specify exactly how much. But this? OH NOES! I burst out laughing when I saw him--I hope it didn't hurt his feelings. He did snap at the technician, Kevin. Elvis can be a snappish bunny when he's worried. Had he looked in the mirror, he'd have taken off the guy's hand.
After the vet appointment, we went to the Whole Foods down the block and bought some lovely bunny greens and something for supper.
Pink: "Here's a Kleenex, Peaches. Don't say anything to Elvis about the way he looks!"