He's so cute! He's so fluffy! He's Giol!
Yeah, that's his name. And he's a rabbit. Some sort of miniflop... I think. I got him from the humane society so his heritage is rather vague. I know he's a little over a year old, that he's very sincerely male, and licks himself in places probably best not mentioned.
He also doesn't photograph very well. Hey, you try taking a picture of something that moves that fast.
I love my little friend! *cuddles*
I had a little scare over the weekend. I found a bump on Giol's ear. It was tiny, about the size of a pinhead, but it scared me anyway.
So I called the vet on Monday and made an appointment for Thursday, which was the earliest I could get in with my schedule (even then it was tight).
So I fretted about the possibility of cancer all week. To make matters worse I checked his teeth and found that the ends of his incisors were brown.
*cue ear shattering scream*
I was pretty much useless all week.
So finally, Thursday. Today. The appointment was for 12:15. I got off work at 12. Except the girl who was supposed to replace me still hadn't shown up with her lunch.
Wait a couple minutes.
Panic.
Run to car.
Did I mention it was raining? Torrential down pour would be a bit closer. Okay, not quite, but it was pretty bad.
So I got home as fast as the speed limit would let me, ran into the apartment (didn't bother to turn off the car), grabbed Giol by the scruff of his neck, pulled him out of his hutch, stuffed him into his carrier, ran outside, and raced for the vet.
Giol doesn't like traveling. When I got to the exam room with him he was still in his carrier, curled up in the back and refusing to come out.
He finally sniffed around the door but decided to stay in when he found that the surface outside was perfectly smooth. Poor little guy couldn't get any traction.
But he had to come out. He'd whizzed all over the back part of the carrier. So a little scuffling later, I got him and the damp newspaper out.
Giol was starting to relax when the vet came. He did not want to be handled by the vet. He even went as far as the climb up to my shoulder and jump to the ground behind me.
NOOOOOO!
Thank goodness he was okay.
Anyway, the vet said the brown stuff on his teeth was a stain. Nothing to worry about. He took Giol back to get a sample of the bump.
I was so anxious waiting in the front room I picked up the resident cat and just hugged her while rocking back and forth.
That was one lucky cat, by the way. Two extra toes on the front feet.
Anyway, the vet came back and said that the bump was inflammation and would probably clear up on its own, but he gave me some stuff to put on his ear each day just in case.
Giol was brought back to me in him carrier looking more than a little shell shocked. I don't think he likes needles. Can't say as I blame him, I'm pretty freaked out by them, too.
So I brought him home and since I didn't have enough time to get him back in his hutch (I had class starting at 1 and it was then 12:58) I just opened the carrier door so he could roam freely. He's a good bunny and there wasn't anything dangerous around for him to get into.
Oh, but bunnies will find a way.
When I came home I found apples all over the floor, one of which was half eaten, a Kleenex box in the litter box, a pen on the floor, and a fruit bar wrapper nearby.
All those items had been on the table, well out of reach, when I left. The apples had been in a plastic bag.
How the heck had he made that mess?
I found out soon enough.
Oh, he is a clever bunny. But very naughty.
I can't be mad, though. I'm just so happy he's okay.
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