So I am vacationing in Los Angeles to visit my middle sister and go Christmas shopping and to drive back home with her for the break. It is so hard right now because I am constantly worrying about my little Tipsy bun. She is left in the hands of my parents and I left instructions for them, but I still call them everyday to make sure she is doing well. My dad did comment that she drinks a lot of water cause when he went in to make sure she is ok, her water bowl was completely empty. OH boy. I just cant wait to get back to my little bun and hold her and be worry free again!! Oh and here is an adorable little Christmas Bunny I found. *I dont own the rights to this picture BTW*
So Tipsy got spayed yesterday. Thank goodness!! Not only will I have a long living rabbit, but a not as crazy long living rabbit.
So it was raining, uncontrollably when I drove to the spay clinic. I get there and its still closed and its 730am, time to wake up people! I walk in and fill out all of her information and I reach the bottom and it asks me if I want a pulse monitor and IV fluids during recovery... umm, isnt the vet supposed to tell me if I need this instead of asking me if I want them? And it has the charges next to the item like I am shopping for my rabbit's surgery. So sketch. Then I go to fill out the back sheet which asks me if I want anesthesia blood work done presurgery for 85 bucks, recommended but not necessary... no necessary, no thanks. So I give my information to the very cold receptionist with the "I dont want to be here and I certainly dont want to be around people right now" look on her face, and her tone proves it. I wait for Tipsy's name to be called and while I wait, a fight between dogs almost breaks out, funny thing, it involved a pitbull, but it pit did not start it. It was the lab. The lab was vicious! Teeth bared, snarled growl, and a bark that said "I will rip you to shreds when I get a hold of you." It was scary. Finally Tipsy's name was called and we walked in to the waiting room. I didnt know what to expect after that awful wait. But luckily, the vet tech was very nice! Instead of forcing my rabbit out to get a weight and vitals, she pet her head, spoke to her nicely and waited for Tipsy to come out on her own accord. We got her weight of 6.00 pounds (woohoo!) and then the vet came in. Big burly old man, but very nice. Knew rabbits well. Course all he did was check her breathing and heart rate and said she will be ready at 4pm. And there she went in her crate and in the back room. My heart sank when I walked out of that clinic. I wondered if I did the right thing by bringing her there. I was so scared!!! Every hour on the hour I looked at the clock. Finally it was 3:25 and I bolted out the door. I got back to the clinic and waited in line for my sweet bun. Everyone at the counter explained what dog or cat they were getting, I walked up and the receptionist said, "you have the rabbit." At least I am remembered. A vet tech brought her out and she seemed all perky and had some hay in her carrier, so I thought, well they do know bunnies. I brought her in the car and she just zonked out like "oh I know this car and this is my human, I am safe now." I got back home and put her in her kennel and she didnt move for the rest of the night... well she did pee but she slept in her litterbox. Next morning (I got 4 hours of sleep btw) I hear the sounds of a grass mat... she is awake!! and eating!!! Eating her grass mat, eating her hay, eating her food, drinking her water, just doing great! And the later on the day goes and she gets restless. Every time I went to open the kennel door, she would push her way to try to get out so she could run around. I feel so bad leaving her in there but it is a Great Dane's kennel so it is huge. She does sleep more often than usual, considering it is only the first day. So maybe it will be a quick recovery!!
It has been utter chaos here. Tipsy has reached the 6 month mark and that means... sexual maturity. She has been a holy terror!!! She is non stop on the go, destroying, running, digging, humping, grunting, smacking, hissy fitting, just being a typical hormonal female! So come Monday, this Monday, this soon, she is getting spayed... THANK GOODNESS! I dont think I can handle a crazed Tipsy any more. Not quite sure she can handle me either. I yell no! all too often at her and clap my hands. I dont think she likes me when I do that cause now she just ignores me. She is still adorable, but not when she is tearing up my apartment nibble by nibble. I can only imagine what she is going to be like a week after her spay. I hear rumors of peoples rabbits hitting their peak of hormones after they get spayed/neutered, and I am going to feel really bad for my parents because they are going to watch her for a weekend while I am gone with my sisters in Los Angeles. Exactly a week after her spay. Oh boy. Going to be interesting to hear if my rabbit is still in one piece. Anyways it is really late, just got finished with a holiday party and made my first ever homemade egg nog with whiskey and it was the party favorite! 3 servings worth gone! That was basically 28 cups worth for 7 people!!! Quite popular I must say. Till we meet again... Oh and I will write more as my finals are over and my life can begin again!
It's Thanksgiving break and Tipsy and I are in Phoenix, AZ with my family! So, with that, I am taking TONS of pictures with my mom reallly nice camera and will be posting them within the next couple days so dont you worry! This time, you will be getting some super nice quality Tipsy!!
Kind of? So I am not feeling so well today, so I expect to sleep in a little and chill. Not in Tipsy's case. I let her out and its a no hold spar. She is racing around my room digging her nails into the carpet for maximum grip as she whips around the turns, knocking into her ceramic bowl forcing the contents to fly. And then theres me. I am the next target. She jumps on my bed... not daintily by any means. And she scrambles to my head and sits on my hair. Then she proceeds to lick my head and sniff my forehead with her wet chin (she drank water to hydrate herself to go on with this little shenanigan) and then she jumps off with feet in my face. She repeats this a good 5 times. What I would give to have that energy right now.
Anyways, I just thought it was funny and rather annoying. I was cleaning Tipsy's cage and she decided that what I was doing seemed MUCH cooler than what she was doing and decided to come over, jump in the cage, take the pooper scooper and flip the contents out. I mean its so funny I couldnt help but laugh, but its not so funny when its on my floor. But then she looks at me and I cant help but smile and think, oh you silly little girl. Then I go to her litter box... same thing. Except she didnt flip the scooper this time... she just sat in her box. Almost like a protest... "No! I want my box dirrrrrrty!" Gah, I love this bun.
Before I start, this video was taken at my university's farm grounds, just having a good day in the sun and grass!!
So last weekend was a trip to granny's!! Well, Tipsy's granny, my mom. She has been to my sister's house before, but not my parents... a house filled with dangerous creatures! A Great Dane, a Labrador mix, and a HUGE cat. After the 2 hour trip of Tipsy just sleeping, we get there and she fits in just fine, so long as all the big dogs are outside. My sister eventually brings over her dogs and the party begins. Breakfast with the crazies!! We had 2 French Bulldogs playing rough house, a Australian Shepherd mix begging for attention, and a rabbit running around the "island counter." All of this happening just in the kitchen. Just mayhem. So as it turns to the afternoon, I brought Tipsy over to my sister's house... she has a big backyard fit for a rabbit!! Tipsy loves running up and down the fence line in the dirt, eating the little rogue pieces of grass my brother in law didnt mow, and playing chase with Pearl the Frenchie. There's also chickens back there! She doesnt care, she just barrels through them! I love watching her do it too haha. She just hops into the horde of chickens and they all flap their wings and cluck at her as if to say "Pardon me!" In my head, they are saying it in British accents, for some reason. We head back to my parent's house to UNLEASH THE JINXI! Thats the huge cat. She stalked her forever! Not in a "I am going to get you" kind of way, more like "you arent a cat, you arent a dog, so what are you? I will follow you to study your movements and make an assessment of my own" kind of way. Eventually she got bored and curled up on the couch and didnt care, until Tipsy jumped on her hahaha, good times.
(oh lordy, she pooped on the ground and flopped in it)
So next weeked is Thanksgiving!!! And we are going back to my parent's! And I intend on using their nice camera to make some new videos and take some really sweet pictures of Tipsy so I can post them on here!!!
So tonight just scared the crap out of me... my little Tipsy was playing around my room and there was a water bottle on the top of my desk, it has a rather heavy top on it. She was doing her little binkies around my room and she popped into the desk and caused the water bottle to tumble down onto her little head. She stopped there and looked around, seemed ok. But then a few seconds later, she started looking up, down, and around, continuously... up, down, around, up down, around, like she was following a bird flying in circles. Thats when I knew she was hit pretty bad. So I go to hold her and see that she is alright, and she is hopping disoriented like. I grab her and hold her still and wait a few minutes just to make sure she is alright. I let her go to see if she hops fine, which she was, and I even gave her some lettuce which she ate readily... and in a matter of minutes she is back to herself. I was scared to death, I didnt know what to do!!! I figure she is alright and does not need to see a vet, its been many hours since her little bump and she has been acting completely normal... sleeping, eating, drinking, binkying, chewing :-\ and jumping up on my chest while I nap.
Ok I know, hiatus so early in the blog! I am sorry. Its all about the life of a college student. So where was I... ok so I got Tipsy a baby gate... that was just great. So I set up the gate in front of my closet and I got everythin in order and played with her in there and she was enjoying herself and hamming it up, then I stepped out and it was like her world came crashing in. She did not want me to leave!! Those slits could and could not contain her! She was able to fit her head and her feet through the bars and I was worried she was going to fit her shoulders and then get stuck. My boyfriend assured she would figure out that she cant get through and call it quits... does he know a bunny? Puh leaz. I stayed there watching her intently seeing what she can do, then sure enough, I was right. There she goes, she wriggled her shoulders right through and got stuck! So I ran to my baby and pushed her out and I wanted to call it quits but James, my boyfriend, was so set on trying this out. So we put the box it come in in front, a towel wrapped in and out of the slits, and another box on the other side to block her from trying to put her head through. After a night of partying I come back to find... no bunny in the closet! I see there is a giant box 5 feet from the gate entrance, the towel used as a "hoister" and the other box was just a platform. I turn around to see my bun staring at me as if she was asking, "Do you like it?" Anyways, fast forward a week, and its 50 degrees out and I am freezing in my 60 degree apartment while my bun is toasty warm in her nice warm fur all bundled up. Jerk. No more baby gate, returned that and went on Craigs to get a oversized cage for 30 bucks. Right on! But eventually I am going to have to upgrade with her impending size. Problem when you adopt a rabbit on a whim, AND THEN research the breed... Whoops! Oh well, she has turned out to be quite an awesome bunny. Though, I would have never, myself, chosen albino (I admit, white can be plain, and the red eyes did creep me out at first), but once you get to know her, you tend to forget her color. I am getting sappy and way off track here! Point is, its cold. That is the title of this here blog. I havent been able to take her out to the UA lawn... BTW, she loves going out to the grassy lawn of my university! People pass by and gawk at her and take pictures and pet her. She gets VERY upset if people pass by and dont pet her... she will sternly hop towards the, cut them off, and look at them like, "Excuse me, but here I am." And the people that do pet her are extremely surprised to find out she is so friendly! She hops over, rests her head on the ground and is ready for pets! Such a great bun. Here is a video I took of her... I took an awesome video of her before this. When she does something really cute I grab my camera, then she stops doing it!! Its so frustrating! But then I got a really good one and then what did I do? Instead of clipping a boring part out, I clipped everything out except the boring part!!!! AHH!! But here is one that I did catch.
So it was a regular school day at my university. I sit down on my class and noticed a small covered cage at the front of the room. I knew exactly what that meant... SMALL ANIMAL YEAH! I had to peek inside, and what did I see, but an adorable little New Zealand White flickering its little nose at me in curiosity! I sat down for class to begin and the professor comes walking in and starts to write on the board, and to my astonishment, she writes for the bunny... "I need a home." Oh dear god. Not this adorable bunny! And it gets worse. It was a research bunny that has no need anymore. It is done being used and needs a new place to call its own. I quickly text my dad, "A research bunny needs my help!" Course, parents are no use, they just say no. I just say yes. Yes to all adorable little furry critters who have such a sad little story and need my help. So hours later, my professor calls me up saying she could not find anyone to take the bunny and wonders if I am still interested.... ARE YOU KIDDING?! I am always interested in little furry critters! So I run down to the research lab with a friend in tow. I ring the buzzer and the front lady lets me in. There she is, white as a brand new macbook and cute as baby horse. I am back home and get everything situated in my room to let out the bundle of bouncing joy. She is vvverry hesitant at first, inspecting everything with utmost care and vigilance, being skeptical of every shadow! She eventually starts to unwind, then all hell breaks loose and she is outa here! She is running around in circles doing flips and wiggles, shakes and rolls, just enjoying herself. She occasionally takes a break to inspect the toilet paper rolls and ripped up shoe box parts, flips them over, and runs around again. That was only the first couple of hours. Now she is working on being potty trained... we are almost there. She knows what it is, but doent know to follow it yet. But she knows to pee in it, not to poo though, she still thinks she can poo anywhere. Nighttime is her favorite time, thats when she gets insane. Her binkys are 10x crazier and she is terrorizing my apartment. But when I have had enough and its time to go to bed, she is not a happy camper. She puts a big show on in her kennel in protest. She scratches, runs in circles, and knocks things over to get my attention that I may let her out to play more. Never works. She should know that I sleep like a rock. But at least we get along famously. She follows me everywhere now, lets me pet her and pick her up. HATED that before. The lab used to pick her up by the scruff, big no no, so she was afraid of human hands, poor baby. But now she is getting more confident, next step is seeking attention! Next session, I shall tell you about her baby gate fiasco!
