Scruff's scribbles - 05/06/2005
It’s been a sad old week. The beautiful big French lop, who everyone adored, has gone to bunny heaven. Last week I was so jealous of all the attention she was getting that I said I was going on strike. Well I take everything I said back because the dear sweet girl suffered from osteoporosis and had to be put to sleep this week.
She came to Bobtails from a breeder who had been keeping her in a tiny box, with no room to stand up or turn round, she wasn’t given a proper diet and didn’t see the sun. These bad conditions made her bones very weak.
She went to stay with one of our caring volunteers who introduced her to lovely food, sunshine, grass and a pen big enough for her to jump around in. On Thursday she was so happy to be out and about stretching her limbs that she did a binky and sadly broke her leg.
David, the Bobtails vet, tried his best to save her but her bones were too weak and he said it was only a matter of time before she broke her neck of her back.
After the terrible life she had previously, I’m just glad she had some days of happiness with one of our volunteers.
I’m writing this week’s scribbles on Sunday night because I have been so busy all day meeting and greeting customers.
As I’m sure many of you will know, Sunday is the day we invite potential adopters into the garden to meet the bunnies who need new mums and dads. As the resident rabbit, I have a very important role – in fact if it wasn’t for me the place would go to ruin.
Delia says it’s ok for me just to sit and nibble grass and ask for nudgey cuddles from anyone and everyone while she runs round juggling all the bunnies who are coming in and going out, but I do so much more....I talk to the laydees, cat nap, catch a few rays, talk to the laydees, wash, keep myself trim, talk to the laydees – you get the picture!
Talking of laydees, we had lots of lovely volunteers helping out this week and they’re such suckers for my charms. While they give great nudgey cuddles, their conversation isn’t up to much...”rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” is all I ever hear.
Thankfully Conrad pops in on a regular basis and talks man-to-rabbit.
Would you believe we had 17 bunnies handed over to us today? One owner brought in five girls, only Delia discovered one of the girls was equipped with bits and bobs, which will not doubt be whipped off before he has time to turn around. Anyway, knowing rabbits like I do, some of those girls might already be pregnant.
The good news is that lots of new mums and dads came through the gate and reserved buns they want to take home.
One-eyed Jack was admitted and rehomed on the same day – that’s how crazy busy we were. He’s a lucky lad.
You’ll be pleased to hear that Jim the human’s back is better. He fell through the roof of one of the sheds a couple of weeks ago, much to the amusement of some of the lads in the top shed. It seems he took a knock to the head as well because he went of to Wales for a week, dragging poor Delia up and down mountains in the rain. “Why does he always seem to want to get to the highest point he possible can,” was what she said to me when she got back. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but they came back with pointy walking sticks that match. I couldn’t see in the suitcases when they returned, but what’s the betting there’s matching cagoules in there too?
I’m sure that little gem has earned me extra food for the week – not. It’ll be back to the dog house for me. As a roving reporter, I’m not going to let the threat of no cabbage stand between me and the truth, no really....
Nudgey cuddles to all, and don’t forget to have a look at some of the gorgeous buns needing homes – click on the ‘rabbits’ link on the website’s main menu.