June 27th, 2003

Arwen and Fizz

An interesting evening.

Yesterday morning, we overheard the 2 foots talking. It transpired that they were planning to take Flopsy Girl to the vet as her VHD injection was due. Now Flopsy Girl does not like going to the vet, in fact there is only one thing she dislikes more than going to the vet, and that is going to the vet for an injection, especially when it's the VHD injection!

I don't know if you know dear readers, but VHD is the worst thing that can happen to a bun. If we catch it, we die within 24 hours, there is no cure, however regular injections keep us safe. All vert sensible stuff I think you will agree, but the trouble is, the VHD injection can really make you feel under the weather for a while, so Flopsy Girl decided she was not going to have it, and came up with a plan to stop her having to go to the vet.

Her reasoning worked like this:-

1. Do the biggest pile of really soft poo you have ever seen in your life.
2. Sit with your backside in it all day, so it get's really well attached.
3. When the 2 foot gets home, he will HAVE to bath you to get rid of all of the poo
4. you will be wet
5. He can't take you to the vet when you are wet.

She accomplished part 1 brilliantly. I have NEVER seen so much poo. Part 2 worked just as well. Flopsy Girl used to have a really sticky bum, but in the last few months, she has hardly ever had one, however, yesterday's was indeed something to behold! It all started going wrong though at stage 3, because when the 2 foot came home, he did NOT give Flopsy Girl a botty bath, no, instead he cradled her in the crook if his arm, and he used about half a pack of those baby wipe things. I have to admit, he did a pretty good job considering that he did not use any water. Flopsy Girl's posterior was looking respectable again, and she was not in the least bit wet. If you could only have seen her face, Flopsy Girl outsmarted by a 2 foot, I thought I would never see the day!

The upside for me in all of this was, just as soon as the 2 foot had got Flopsy Girl in a carrier, he took me out of the cage, made a real fuss of me, gave me an especially long grooming session, AND THEN GOT ME A TREAT BASKET ALL FOR MYSELF WHILE THEY WERE GONE!!! Granted, it was only a small one that had just had readigrass and toast in it, but hey, it was all mine!

Somehow, while Flopsy Girl and the 2 foot were out, they picked up the other 2 foot. Flopsy said that it was really ok at the vet. She saw her auntie Francis, who is the best bunny vet in the whole world, and auntie Francis was very complementary about how nice Flopsy's coat was, and how well she was looking, so my Flopsy Girl was absolutely full of herself!

As soon as the 2 foots brought Flopsy Girl home, they went and prepared 2 HUGE baskets of all of our favourite salads, herbs, and cabbage, so I had my very own treat basket, PLUS some really nice proper food to follow.

Life is good.... why do I think that something bad is bound to happen?
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Arwen and Fizz

I knew I was right to be suspicious

I've been having a look around, and it would appear that I was right to be suspicious. The 2 foots are planning some kind of trip. I don't know why, but they are going to some place called Wimbledon. I asked Flopsy Girl about it and she said that she had seen them watching the box in the corner that shows the pictures, and that she had seen them watching Wimbledon on it. She said that it's really weird. Apparently, there are some 2 foots on a lawn playing with some toys, and there are HUNDREDS of 2 foots sat around watching them do it. WHAT'S THE POINT OF THAT? We have our own lawn, in fact we have two of them. Me and Flopsy Girl go on our lawn and play, and the 2 foots watch us, so what is the point of going all the way to this Wimbledon place?

It gets worse. Flopsy Girl told me that she heard the 2 foots talking in the car when they were bringing her home from the vet. Apparently, both 2 foots will be away ALL NIGHT. THAT MEANS THAT WE WILL NOT GET TO PLAY OUT! What's worse, only one of the 2 foots is coming back the next day, the other one is going on somewhere else, and then he comes back for one night, and then he's off again!

I can see it now. no playtime, no food, we are going to starve. If my journal suddenly stops, you will know it's because I have starved to death. I was so stupid to trust them!
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