Someone had me a little freaked out yesterday.
Hubs fed Pants her usual lettuce and parsley breakfast in the morning. Then, a few hours later, we noticed she didn’t touch her food. When small animals don’t want to eat, it’s never a good thing. Instead she hid in her box and wouldn’t come out.
I tried to give her a grape (her fave) and bunny yogurt treats but she didn’t want that either. I mean, she grunts (literally), does figure-eights through my feet, and nips at my ankles if I don’t feed her fast enough, so I was worried.
All day, I was sure it was the end because I’m morbid like that. We checked her teeth to see if they were chipped (often a reason small animals stop eating). Then we tried to give her some good old fashioned lovin’ but she was having none of it. So we left her alone. Hubs and I went out to lunch, did a little shopping, and when we came back she had finally eaten her parsley. *whew* Then she slowly ate the rest of her food but it took her all day, which was weird. So, I guess she just wasn’t feeling well? Now she’s back to her normal personality, poopin’ like a champ, and licking herself like no one’s watching.
While I was out, I picked up a stuffed polar bear to cheer her up. She gave him a good sniff down and has finally welcomed him into her inappropriate stuffed animal humping family.
So, a bunny crisis was averted and I didn’t become a sobbing mess. And with that, I leave you with a bad bunny joke.
What do you call 10 rabbits walking backwards? ——> A receding hare line. (I’ll be here all night.)