Sunday, January 19, 2014

The tooth and nothing but the tooth

As some of you may know, Mr. Mick has ongoing issues with his back teeth; his molars come in at a slight angle, so that they cannot wear properly and irritate his mouth. His Majesty being the uber-sensitive prima donna that he is, he will often show signs of being irritated by his teeth even when they aren't directly irritating his mouth. This means that about every two months, he has to go to the vet's to be sedated and have his molars ground down. It is a simple procedure, but one that requires a good deal of care, especially as Mick gets older; he is six years, seven months old as of tomorrow, so senior bun status is approaching fairly quickly.

Unfortunately, it's starting to look like some advanced treatment may soon be necessary. Last week, I noticed that Mick's eating habits were off; he was still eating, but he was not eating as much as usual, and he seemed a little more lethargic than normal. (Yes, he was even lazier than a lazy bunneh should be.) It's always hard to tell when Mick is not feeling well as opposed to simply being picky--mainly because he is just so dang picky, but when he started turning up his nose at freshly-baked hay cookies and leaving oats in his dish, I knew something wasn't right. He had an appointment for the following week to get his teeth done, but waiting was definitely not an option, so I called his vet and brought him in this past Thursday. Sure enough, one particularly pesky molar had grown enough to actually cut into his mouth a little. His vet called to let me know the situation, and when I went in to pick him up later that day, she even had a souvenir for me:


This is a chunk of the offending tooth; normally, the vet is very careful to take off a little bit at a time so that nothing ends up going down Mick's throat and causing problems, but this chunk broke off right from the start.

That tooth certainly did its share of damage; normally, Mick is eating like a fiend the minute he gets home, but this time, it took an extra day and a lot of coddling to convince him that food wasn't going to hurt him when he ate it. He's back up to speed now, and we've made his next appointment for 7 weeks from now instead of his usual 8 in the hopes of keeping things from getting that bad again.

Mick's vet says it looks like the tooth is starting to come in at an even lower angle than before, so it's looking like we will need to have it removed. This kind of dental work is not something his vet can do, so I am going to have to start looking for a vet who can do the work and hope that said vet isn't too far away. Wish me luck--looks like we'll need it.

"Hmph...stupid teeth..."

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy, Hoppy 2014!


Is that camera rolling?

No, Mick, we're not shooting video today--just taking some pictures. 

Hmph...fine, whatever. Let's get this done, I'm overdue for my mid-morning nap.

As you wish, Your Majesty. Did you want to pass along any message to your readers?


Do we still have any readers? You never update this thing as often as you should. *mutters under his breath* ...for all I know, they've moved on to reading foo' cat blogs...

Message?

Yes, yes, give me a second! Wish them a Happy New Year, of course, and thank them for their patience and understanding with your ineptitiude at maintaining my blog.

Got it. Any resolutions for the upcoming year?


Just the usual: more treats, and better slave training. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in need of my nap...


...hold all my calls, and make sure I have my lunch waiting for me when I wake up.

Yes, Your Majesty. Oh, one more thing, Mick...Mick?


Nope, too late--he's out cold. Zero to zzzzzzzzzzz in seconds. 

Happy 2014 to everyone and everybun--as Mick likes to put it, may your treat dish always be full and your vet visits few and far-between. We appreciate each and every one of you, even though we haven't been the most regular of bloggers these days. We'll do our best to update a bit more this year. Much love to you all,
Jade and Mr. Mick 

Monday, November 11, 2013

The Fine Art of Slave Training

Yesterday, I was late bringing His Majesty his food. As all bunneh slaves know, that is a transgression that cannot be overlooked. As punishment, I was given a thorough snubbing last night.

(Apologies for the blurry pic--cell phones do not handle distance well.)

Checking out of the corner of his eye to see if I have been punished enough.

The snubbing lasted for about a half-hour or so, since His Majesty is generally a benevolent despot and doesn't like to overdo the punishment. Afterwards, he came over to check on me:

"Now don't go doing that again or I will have to snub you even harder next time.
Yes, you can pet me now. I forgive you...this time."

Yes, I do believe I am forgiven. (Note to fellow bunneh-slaves: a good ear rub will melt even the toughest bunneh.) 




I may have overdone it, though; I ended up with a big fuzzy puddle of melted bun in my lap. Do you how hard that is to get off your pajamas? 

Monday, September 23, 2013

To Tide You Over

Hi all--it's been a crazy month, and it's not getting any less crazy any time soon. I've been doing a lot of stuff for the House Rabbit Connection , and there have been birthdays, appointments, and all kinds of things keeping me hopping lately. Hubby and I will be going to visit The Boy at college the first weekend in October as well, so any major updating will have to take place once we get back.

Until that happens, though, here's a bit of Mick to tide you over until then. As you can see, he's definitely not being neglected (although he might tell you otherwise, of course...)  Enjoy!

Mick says fleecy pants are great for snuggling.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

A few words from Mr. Mick


Hello all, Mickey here.

Just wanted to personally thank everyone and everybun for all your good thoughts while I was under the weather. I am doing much better now; Mum says I have one more day of medicine after this and then I'll be done--which is a good thing because I'm tired of stuff being stuck in my mouth. Sure, it tastes pretty good, but I'd rather eat a hay cookie.

Seems there's been a lot of rabbits who haven't been feeling their best lately, so I want to send a shout-out to my buds Speedy and Jensen, and my cousins Harrington and Hannah as well--hope you guys are feeling good soon, 'cause I'm overdue for some adventuring and it's no fun adventuring alone (well, unless I have some solo business to do--like munching on wires or something...that is, if I was the type of bun who would munch on wires...which I'm not...that anyone can prove or anything...)

Anyway, just wanted to let all my fans know how I'm doing. Now, I'm overdue for a snack and a nap, so I'll catch up more with you later.

Nose bonks to one and all,
Mr. Mick

Friday, August 9, 2013

Guess who's home again?


HE'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Brought Mr. Mick home this afternoon; he's eating well, and almost completely back to normal. He got his last dose of Cisapride today and has 5 more days of Baytril to go, and hopefully that will take care of it.

Thanks much to everyone for the well-wishes, good thoughts and prayers. They were very much appreciated. :D

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Somebunny is not well


Note: Updates below post...

Hi all--Mr. Mick has been diagnosed with pneumonia, and is currently spending the night at the vet's. He had been acting oddly over the past three or four days; he was doing everything he should, just not the way he normally does. He was eating, but not with his usual gusto, and doing a lot of picking at stuff. He was pooping, but poops were smaller and not as well-formed as usual. Even his "sick" behavior wasn't the same; when Mick is not well, he tends to hide and avoid contact--this time, he was parking his but right next to his cage door and wanting to be petted more than fed. Even for a lovey-bun like Mick, this wasn't normal.

I figured it was his teeth giving him fits, and fortunately, he already had an appointment on the books to get them done, so I called the vet and asked that an exam be added to the usual work. Monday, I brought him in and the vet looked him over; everything appeared normal, but we decided to do some x-rays just in case. His Majesty not only got his teeth done, but also his ears cleaned, his nails trimmed and his butt fur trimmed. The vet said there was one spot on the x-rays that she wasn't sure about so she was sending them out for consult. I brought Mick home, and he tucked into his greens like he hadn't eaten in weeks...and generally snubbed me for the rest of the night. Back to normal, right?

Not quite.

His vet called this morning, and let me know the x-ray results: the spot was pneumonia, and it was likely worse than it appeared in the picture. There was also evidence that his gut system was sluggish, likely because of the reduced appetite. She said it was her day off, but that she'd talked to the other vet at the practice (also a rabbit-savvy vet) and everything was set up for treatment for him as soon as I could bring him in. It was agreed that injectable antibiotics were best, so that he could get a stronger dose, so he is getting Baytril by injection, and Cisapride for the gut motility. I didn't realize he would need to spend the night, so I've been a bit of a wreck all day. The last time I brought a rabbit to the vet's for an overnight stay was with Mick's predecessor, Karnage, and Karnage passed away before I could bring him home. This was not the fault of the vet, and I know the two aren't related, but I really don't need to lose another bun without being able to say goodbye properly, and I'm really not ready to lose my Mick. Right now, it's normally his out-and-about time, and it's really strange not to have him bopping about and bugging me for hay cookies.

I'll be calling his vet first thing in the morning to see how he is, and hopefully I can bring him home tomorrow to continue treatment. Wish us luck.

UPDATE, 8/7/13: Went to visit Mr. Mick at the vet's since his vet wants him to stay one more night--she says the drugs appear to be working, but his appetite still isn't great. I brought him one of his favorite thrones, his pellets and hay, some kale and baby romaine, his hay cookies and some willow leaves. He was all kinds of happy to see me--I got kisses and toothpurrs galore. I did get him to eat some kale and some hay cookies with coaxing (and if you need to coax Mick to eat kale and hay cookies, he's definitely not well), and spent over an hour with him before the vet techs needed the exam room for other patients. It was so hard to leave him there again, but hopefully I will be able to bring him home tomorrow. 

UPDATE #2, 8/8/13: Called the vet's this morning and spoke to one of the vet techs. She said that Mick is eating well (the food from home definitely did the trick), but it's his vet's day off and she wants him to stay one more night so she can reevaluate him when she's there tomorrow. So glad to hear he's eating, and I'd rather he stay than go home too early and have things head south, but I SO miss my grumpy furball.