I took some updated pics of Yof's owwwie a couple of minutes ago...here's the latest:
The skin is completely flat as a pancake, a nice pink shade, and that angry red spot is scaled over (much better than the deep gash-like look it had several days ago). I'm no longer treating the area, as it looks pretty much healed, but am keeping an eye on things. And he and Anna are off to the vet tomorrow to get a well-bunny checkup, so all should be good.
Oh, and here's a pic of Yofi expressing how he feels about (a) having an owwwie in the first place; and (b) being flipped onto his back and stripped of all dignity whilst being treated for the darned thing:
On another note....
I have to ask: Has anyone ever seen a turtle when it's flipped onto it's back? Those hard-shelled reptilian beasties are completely helpless, legs paddling quietly in slow motion as they try to turn their world rightside up again, only to give up and just lie there in defeat. And utter humiliation.
Well, I had my very own turtle on display a little while ago. I had decided to groom the bunnies (after all. one must look their bestest for the neat bunnay docs), and normally when I groom them, they lie in my lap (protesting up a storm at first) while I painstakingly remove all loose hair. (btw, I've learned one thing about Murphy's Law of Rabbits: The more you groom their coats, the more fur is grown - at thrice the speed - to replace all hair that has been brushed away. And Murphy's Law of Rabbits, subsection II (Dirty Hairies) states: All hair that is thus swept away from said bunny's body MUST find a substitute human host upon which to land, and cling tenaciously for the rest of the evening.)
Anyway, this evening I decided to try something different. Instead of placing Anna on my lap to perform her belly-brushing, I instead placed her on her back in the rabbits' cage, nestled on the nice thick (albeit somewhat soiled) vet bedding. After a tiny grunt and a wriggle of protest, to my surprise Anna took it quite well. She laid there like a trooper, submitting to the brush strokes that befell her most tenderest Anna parts...her underpinnings. I was actually quite amazed at how easy it was to groom her this way, and it didn't take long at all. When I finally finished and put the brush away I said, "Okay Anna, you can get up"; expecting an explosion of bunnitude and angry grunts. I even stepped away quickly lest I get accidentally caught in the sudden lapin crossfire. But it was not to be.
"Anna, get up", I repeated. Yet Anna lay there, apparently too stunned to move.
"Anna", I said, "C'mon Anna...you're free to go".
Nothing. Not a nose twitch. Or even a toe curl.
I tried once more. "Hey, Anna!" I called, "Come on...get up!"
Nope. She lay there, as quiet as mouse (though considerably larger).
So I stared at her for a moment, just watching and waiting. And then it struck me. She looked all the world like an overturned turtle, broad expanse of a back too huge to maneuver out of an awkward position. My Anna was now a turtlebunny, quelled into submission, trapped by the massive ripples and rollings of her overabundance, her underpinnings now having become overpinnings. Oh, she could get up of her own volition, I'm sure; it's just that I think she was so humiliated about the human who was openly laughing at her unlady-like predicament that she made a decision to stay exactly where she was. And so she did.
Now, I could have taken pity on the poor girl and prompted her into an upright position with a gentle nudge, but did I do that? Of course not. Instead I went and grabbed my camera, just so I could share her humiliation for all of the electronic bunny world to see....
Of course she could always run off and complain to Yofi (who, as you can see, was also witness to this HumptyBunny moment), but Anna knows better than to say anything. After all, I do have an account on YouTube. :biggrin2:
