Archive for the ‘Squirrels/bunnies/mascots’ Category

In honor of Squirrel Appreciation Day 2014

Until I have my very own backyard that will allow me to become That Crazy Squirrel Lady, I’ve cultivated a Shrine to Squirrels of sorts on my desk at work. Since Jan. 21 is Squirrel Appreciation Day, here’s a look at this Homage to Squirreliness:

Squirrel Shrine

I received most of these items as gifts. Once people find out that I’m The Squirrel, they just can’t help but purchase every squirrel-inspired item they see for me.

So thanks, guysh! I appreciate that you choose to support my quirky penchant for our bushy-tailed friends instead of being totally weirded out by it. (Or, pretending like you’re not, at least. That’s cool, too.)

It’s Squirrel Awareness Month!

Screw Vegetarian Awareness Month … did you guys know it’s also SQUIRREL AWARENESS MONTH?! I knew there was a day of appreciation in January, but I was only recently enlightened that the entire month of October exists because of squirrels and our continuous need to be aware of them.

So, here are some squirrel-related items you should be aware of:

a) This sweet hat my awesome friend Eleena sent me when she found it at H&M in Portland

Squirrel hat

Squirrels in love!

2) The greatest commercial ever, starring squirrels. YOLO!

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What are your plans for Squirrel Awareness Month? Have you come across anything particularly squirrelly lately?

Bunnies, bunnies everywhere!

I was out running the other morning, on a somewhat rural road near the river in Great Falls.

Everything was going normal, until I saw … Them.

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BUNNIES.

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No, not the little wild cottontails everyone sees zipping around Great Falls.

Straight-up. Domesticated. Bunnies.

First, I saw just a little group of them hanging out on the side of the road, like it was no big deal. Since our little bunnykins is deprived of a proper backyard and would last approximately 4.27 seconds if left to her own devices in the wild, this was quite the curious sight to me.

But then.

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There were more.

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Three bunnykins

Suddenly, everywhere I looked, there were bunnies. Bunnies to the left. Bunnies to the right. Brown bunnies. White bunnies. Spotted bunnies. Lop-eared bunnies. Bunnies hopping across the street. Bunnies burrowing in the dirt. Bunnies doing bunny acrobatics. Bunnies reading their bunny paper while enjoying their bunny coffee. Bunnies trying to help other bunnies escape from the tyranny of the bunny yard.

Two bunnies

There were probably 10, 12 bunnies, just bunnying around, all bunnylike, as if it were totally normal.

On this first outing, I didn’t have my phone with me, so I didn’t get any photos. So naturally, people just thought I was  crazy when I told them about this Fantastical Bunnyland of Magical Fluffiness, where the bunnies roam free and the carrots are the size of trees. So I went back the next morning, iPhone in hand, and snapped these shots, to prove that the Fantastical Bunnyland of Magical Fluffiness does indeed exist, and that I am not just a crazy bunny lady who conjures these things up in my head.

We are, in fact, in the midst of … A Bunnado. Or a Bunami, if you will. Or perhaps a Bunquake. For all we know, this may even qualify as Bunageddon. Or the Bunpocolypse. There’s a million different possibilities, really. Whatever you call it, this is a very serious situation that should not be taken lightly.

Now, I’m not posting about this to frighten you. I simply believe you should all be alerted that if you run early in the morning, you’ll likely come across some fluffy bunnies that will distract you with their cuteness. And then your entire day will basically be shot because nothing’s going to top the fluffy bunnyness you witnessed earlier. YOUR ENTIRE DAY, people. You’ve been warned.

Happy third anniversary to our little flufflepuff!

Happy anniversary to our little fwuffy wuffy bunnykins! It’s been exactly three years since we first brought our little furball of joy, Pancake, home.

Fwuffy-wuffy wufferton

(Oh, and for those of you who have been agonizing for an update since the last, somewhat grim post about Pancake … sorry. She made a full recovery and is fluffier than ever now!)

Our shy little bunny has made a lot of progress since we first brought her home. She’s gone from not even wanting to leave her cage when we first got her to effectively taking over our entire apartment:

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It’s Pancake’s house. We just live in it.

(We actually had to build this pen after she was sick because she turned into a chewing monster for a while and couldn’t be left alone without tearing into the carpet or wall trim. Side note: Our landlord will never, ever let another rabbit owner live here. Ever.)

Also, after only three short years of getting to know each other, our wittle Lady McFluffle finally lets us pet her without completely freaking out and running away! And by “pet,” I mean stroke her on the head, and maybe her side, for about 30 seconds before freaking out and running away. Progress! Now, picking her up is still an ordeal that involves using a blanket and other absurd strategies, affectionately known as The Bunny Grab. But at this rate, who knows what the next three years will bring!

Our baby bunny is sick and we don’t know why

Our sweet little bunnykins has an owie in her eye. 😦

We found out this week that our poor, sweet bunny has glaucoma in one of her eyes.

After we noticed her left eye was looking pink and a little swollen on Saturday night, Zach took her into an emergency clinic on Sunday while I was at work. The vet tech there charged us $95 for being basically useless, but she gave us some ointment and made an appointment for Pancake to see a small animal vet on Wednesday.

When it was noticeably worse and looked like it was protruding on Monday, Zach drove her down to Helena to a vet who would look at her there on the holiday. (Sidenote: Zach wins the Bunny Dad of the Year Award, and my mom and dad win Bunny Grandparents of the Year for picking her and her medicine up and meeting Zach halfway!)

This vet actually performed an exam, and decided, kind of on a last-minute whim, to test her for glaucoma. She discovered that the pressure in Pancake’s left eye is slightly elevated, but she wouldn’t be able to run tests to determine why until the next morning.

Pancake was a very brave bunny and stayed all night at the vet’s office and held very still while the doctors put glaucoma drops in her eye. And she even got a strawberry!

The next day, the vets ran all sorts of tests on her, ruling out some scary possibilities but not all of them. The vet narrowed it down to two probable causes: It could be primary glaucoma, meaning it has no underlying cause, which is treatable, though she would probably have to have her eye removed at some point. The other possibility the vet suspects is called a retrobulbar abscess, which could be what’s causing bunny’s eye to protrude. The prognosis for that is much more grim.

The vet gave us some glaucoma drops to help alleviate the pressure and some pain-relieving drops. These, along with the original ointment, have to be administered three times a day at varying intervals, so we’ve had to wrap Pancake up in a “bunny burrito,” hold her eye open and drop them in. She’s not a fan of this, but hopefully it’s making her feel better the rest of the time.

Fortunately, Pancake’s behavior has remained pretty normal throughout all this, which is a good sign and hopefully means she’s not in a lot of pain. (Though bunnies, evolutionarily speaking,  are infamously good at hiding signs of sickness.)

So, we are going to give her the drops over the next week, and if it improves, it’s probably primary glaucoma. If it doesn’t improve, it could be the abscess, and we might have to make some tough decisions.

We’re trying to stay positive and hope for the best, because we love our fwuffy wuffy bunnykins so much and want her to live a long, happy life filled with hay and bananas and binkies and hopping and chewing on stuffs. If you have any positive vibes to spare, please send them Pancake’s way!

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