Yofi, Anna and the Crew, 2010

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Sheeew! So glad to hear the Yofster made it through his surgery ok! I have been so worried about him! just like everyone else he has stolen my heart, one of my most favorites on the forum. I hated the thought of something bad happening to him under anesthesia. Don't forget, through all this you need to be taking care of yourself also, your furry babies ( all of them) need you! Continued prayers and well wishes your way for all of you.
 
Is their not something that can be made with material so Yofi can't get to his bobo? Or even a one piece doggy outfit that he can wear and not get at it. Where I work we sell doggy clothes. I'm wondering if he would keep it on even if it's only when your home so you can watch him and Anna can be with him.

I do like that idea Susan...it would give him some relief from the cone, that's for sure. But I'm also wondering if having material over the site might irritate it even more. One thing Dr. Johnson mentioned that this infection could be (he's grasping at any idea right now) is some condition - of course I can't recall what he called it - that causes the skin to get inflamed, irritated, and itchy. The more it itches the more the rabbit begins to dig at it, and the worse it gets. I think I'd be a bit nervous about possibly irritating the site by having anything touch it, so probably wouldn't try it. (Which is too bad, because I'd love to have an excuse to dress him up! :biggrin:)
 
Sheeew! So glad to hear the Yofster made it through his surgery ok! I have been so worried about him! just like everyone else he has stolen my heart, one of my most favorites on the forum. I hated the thought of something bad happening to him under anesthesia. Don't forget, through all this you need to be taking care of yourself also, your furry babies ( all of them) need you! Continued prayers and well wishes your way for all of you.

You know jujube, when the phone rang at work today and I saw the vet clinic's name in the display, for a moment I froze. I was terrified to pick it up. Guess it's because I did have a rabbit die once a few years ago...I'd taken him in for a routine neuter, and then when they called me at work they told me the news. It's an awful way to have a pet go, so unexpectedly. I was so afraid that I'd lose Yofi today that I couldn't concentrate on anything. That and I kept worrying about my sister's biopsy as well. (She actually did very well; left work, went and had the procedure done, then came back to work and stayed till the end of the day. She was even the one who took me to pick up Yofi, saying she felt absolutely fine.)

Anyway, after all of the worry my boy is back home. A bit angry at the moment, sulking a bit, but he's home. When I went to collect him at the vet's the technician told me that he was eating from the time he arrived there this morning until just before they put him under, and then as soon as he woke up and the initial grogginess wore off, he got back to eating again. Certainly sounds like Yofi! Right now he's confined to the bunny crate, having eaten some hay, a few mouthfuls of pellets, a carrot and some parsley. Oh, and he was very thirsty too, sucked back the water like it was some sort of magic elixir. I took a few pictures, and they make me kinda sad to see them, but I wanted to get some photos of him once he got back. So here's a few pics of Yofi, cone and all, post-biopsy/culture surgery.

Trying his groom-and-remove-the-cone maneuver

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EARZ

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Eating

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Anna

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Realizing that Yofster is back

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And this, which both melted my heart and broke it at the same time

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awww very tender moment with the "kids"!. Well i am glad Yof seems no worse for wear, his intake valve as you say, is in full tilt, so that is a good sign! Your sis is good, Yofi on the mend, now its "Di" time!:hug:
 
I can't tell you how many times I've been grateful that Yofi does have an intake valve which is always set to "ON: Full suction". He's been through a few rounds of GI stasis that were pretty scary, but would always bounce back andimmediately begin stuffing his face again, once the pain was taken care of. Last night he ate a fair bit, although he was eating slower than normal, and then he just fell asleep. I even nudged him a couple of times and he didn't respond. The anesthetic was still in his system, so I left him alone and let him get some rest. This morning he was still somewhat quiet, but his appetite soon emerged once I got him some more greens and hay.

Those two photos of him and Anna just got to me, because as soon as Anna noticed that Yofi was in the cage she hopped over to it, and Yofi went up to her. She sat there for 10-15 minutes just watching him, nosing the bars of the crate...obviously wanting to get in there with her little buddy.

oops, gotta run...supervisor wants me...
 
:hug: Glad your sis is okay. I hope she gets her biopsy reports in a timely manner - waiting is the pits!

The Boy sure has a lot spirit, doesn't he? You just can't keep a Yofi down. :biggrin2:
 
TinysMom wrote:
Poor Anna - this has to be tough for her too...

I think it really is. I gave her a soft cushion to lie on (since she's now separated from Yofi, she has to reside in the main part of the room that is all wood flooring, and she hates hopping on that surface), and she is usually lounging on it when I go into the room, but I often catch her at the side of the crate as well, peering in longingly at her buddy. Yofi is usually peering back too (probably whispering to her "Get me outta here, Anna...and get this BLASTED CONE OFFA ME!!!"). ;)

One thing I have discovered in all of this though, is that for all these years I thought Yofi was the one who messed up the room...but it's actually Anna! Yofi stays in the crate and the bedding remains relatively clean (whereas when the two of them have access, the bedding is full of urine stains just hours after I've changed it),and Anna is leaving pees and poops absolutely everywhere (and grinding it into the floor as well, sheesh). She is one Messy Marvin!
 
wabbitmom12 wrote:
:hug: Glad your sis is okay. I hope she gets her biopsy reports in a timely manner - waiting is the pits!

The Boy sure has a lot spirit, doesn't he? You just can't keep a Yofi down. :biggrin2:

Oh, I agree...waiting truly sucks when your health is on the line. When I was diagnosed with cancer in 2003, it had taken doctors an entire year to do so. Tests kept coming back as 'inconclusive', and in the end the specialist told me that there was nothing wrong with me except for stress, and to go home. I walked out of his office thinking, 'You're wrong' as I knew it wasn't just stress...but had to wait another six months before going back with even more symptoms, and finally getting a proper diagnosis. And then I had to wait over 2 months to get treatments - which was actually quite fast, as the normal waiting time from diagnosis to treatment was anywhere from 6 months to a year (apparently the radiologist marked my case as Urgent).

You can sure say that again about Yofi...spirit PLUS! When I took him to the vet after this last infection flared up the vet was astounded by the look of it, and then when I returned a few days later to drop him off for his biopsy (post-Cone application), the vet was just as astounded by how rapidly his skin was healing. He said it was incredible how soon it was regenerating cells in the area.

The vet called this morning with results of the biopsy/culture; cancer and some other insidious afflictions were ruled out, but they did find something curious. Yofi has an infection that this vet, in his time of practice, has not only not seen before, but he tried to tell me the name of it and couldn't even pronounce it. Apparently it's not very commonly seen, and it tends to be highly resistent to certain antibiotics...including the Derapen that Yofi is on. So protocol is now to switch The Yofster back to Baytril (which is an antibiotic that it does tend to respond to) and see how it goes from there. btw, the vet also told me that Yofi's infection was so bad that it was getting dangerously close to considering amputation of the limb. NOT a good prospect, especially with a larger bunnay like him. Am still crossing fingers and praying that he responds fully to this new course of treatment, and that the infection finally goes away for good and his leg/chest heals.

Oh yeah, and Yofi is ONE MAD BUNNY; this cone ordeal has his nose completely and utterly out of joint. He rams it into me whenever he gets the chance, and gets particularly mad when food drops out of his mouth and rolls under it. Imagine, food actually managing to escape from his gaping maw? As the guy from "The Princess Bride" would say, "INCONCEIVABLE!!!"
 
Well, on the non-bunny related front, my sister finally told me her biopsy results - she went today to get the news. I hate it when my gut feeling is right. :(Test came back positive for cancer, though they have no idea right now if it's early stage or not. She has to be scheduled for a lumpectomy for further news. Oddly, I had a dream about a week ago, a very brief, straightforward one, with her standing in front of me and saying, "Di, I have cancer"...not in a sad way, just matter-of-fact. And it was the type of dream that I have every so often which turns out to be a premonition (these don't happen often, but when they do, they stand out from other dreams, just...different in feeling, aura, whatever). So now we have to wait and see when she gets scheduled for the procedure, and the results of that (apparently they check to see if it's a hereditary type of cancer or an environmental one, and course of treatment will vary accordlingly...I never heard of that before; if they checked for that when I went through it several years ago, no one told me).

As for Yofi, The Boy is now havingminor issues (hopefully nothing more than minor)with his eyes. He can't clean them because of his cone of silence, and while I've been wiping his face for him in the morning and evening, I don't think I was doing a very good job, because his fur was matted around the corners and was dried and stiff, and this progressed to some fur falling out and now inflamed skin. So I'm going to try some boric acid solution and will really make sure the fur gets cleaned up well too. His ears were also very pink, reddish actually, and very dry because he was obsessively licking them, but that has been responding well to salve I've been applying. The area where the infection was above his leg (knock on wood, not wanting to jinx anything) so far has been healing very well...better than I expected to see at this point. So if I can get his eye problem under control I'll be more than happy. He's going back to the vet on Monday to get his stitches out anyway, so we'll see what they say then. Unfortunately it's not his regular vet he'll be seeing, but I'm sure the one who does will do a thorough exam. :)
 
Took these this morning before I went to work:

The eye that's the most inflamed (looks wetter than it is; i had wiped it down)



The site of his infection:

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And nomming away

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Don't those things make great dinner plates?
 
Di, I have spent the last half hour or so catching up on your blog. Since everyone in the house has been sick for so long I haven't been keeping up with everyone's blog. You and Yofi have been in my daily prayers, so will your sister.

I was laughing when you said how Yofi gets his cone off every so often. Like you told me a long time ago, "e" in e-lop stands for engineer. His leg looks a lot better compared to the earlier pictures you posted.

The indomitable spirit of the Yofster, just can't keep that boy down, I don't think he allows it. If ever there is a rabbit with a fighting spirit it is him.

The last picture gave me a good chuckle. Before I read the caption to the last picture I was just thinking what a nice tray his hear makes.

He probably has a bucket list ofmischief to accomplish and hasn't even scratched the surface yet.;)

 
Oh Dave, thank you...I know my sister could certainly use some prayers. She's acting as though none of this is bothering her, but it's easy to tell that she's worried. She's very distracted and a bit too unconcerned. I think other than waiting for the biopsy results, this will be the hardest...waiting for the procedure to be done and to find out if this was caught early.

Yofi too can always use prayers; this infection thing has been going on for so long. While it's healing wonderfully right now, I still have two fears. First, once he's cleared and no longer has to wear his cone, I'm afraid he might tear at the area again (I'm considering Susan's idea, once his cone comes off...to dress The Boy in little boy bunny clothing to keep it covered up (won't he be thrilled with that!). And I'm also afraid that the darned infection might just come back on its own. Only time will tell.

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Today was a particularly not-so-great day for me, I think. This morning started off with me running a bit late for work. I had to bathe Yofi's face and apply more drops to his eyes (have been treating him with a mild boric acid solution and some 'Clear Eyes' drops, and he has shown signs of improvement...knock on a wooden rabbit hutch), and had to remove his cone and scrub that clean. That darned Cone of Silence has to be removed and cleaned twice a day, because Yofi tends to get the rim full of those wonderfully mushy, smelly yummy bunny poops. Some days it's not so bad, while others...you'd swear he had purposefully ground them in, somehow spinning The Cone in the process so the entire edge gets decorated. This morning the coating was pretty average, but still took a while to clean; after all, those bunny poops are, I swear, engineered to adhere to any surface, forever, once dry. Then after Yofi maintenance it was on to the dogs, going for a walk, feeding them, cleaning up after them, shushing Izzy for barking, shushing Kaya for barking, shushing the two of them together, and finally booting their noisy rear ends out to the backyard. Then it was back to the rabbit room again, this time to clean dirtied dishes and refresh hay, water, and veggies. And finally it was my turn to get ready for work, then run for the bus to catch it.

I got almost halfway to work - almost to the place where I get off the bus, duck into Tim Horton's to pick up my once-a-day coffee habit, and catch the next bus...when traffic suddenly came to a halt. There were sirens blaring and red lights flashing, and when I craned my neck and looked out the window I could see part of what was a collision, right in the middle of the intersection. Nothing new for Ottawa...the drivers here are sometimes insane, running red lights, trying to run down pedestrians, shaking fists and screaming obscenities, all to get that extra half a minute ahead of the next guy. It looked like there were no major injuries at this one (though I'm still grateful not to have been one of the poor people it happened to!), but the intersection was hopelessly loggerheaded. I was just about to get up and leave the bus, since it was only about a 3 minute walk away from the Tim Horton's anyway, when the driver was instructed by the police to take a detour. And what a detour he took. He went down every side street he could find, maneuvered and manipulated that extra-long poor folks' stretch limo around tight turns and parked cars, and just kept driving, and driving, and driving. Finally he looped around and got back onto the main road, only now he was about a 10-minute walk away from my point of destination, the coffee shop. I began to panic...what do I do? Do I stay on the bus and go to work, sans Tim Horton's best in hand? Could I function all day without that wonderful brew in front of me, waiting to be savoured? NO Tim Horton's coffee? All day?? I couldn't do it. So I jumped off the bus (yes, waited until he stopped first) and ran the few blocks back to Timmies. Ordered coffee, ran a few blocks back up the road again (since they were diverting traffic, the buses would be skipping the stops in that area), and finally caught another bus and made it to work. Late, but I'd arrived. Then I sat down at the computer and started my work day.

Around 9:30 one of my coworkers came in to ask if my email was working. "Sure", I said, "I sent out three emails already this morning...they went out fine" and I showed her the messages in my Sent box.
"That's odd," she said, "Everyone else can't even log into their email". Huh, I thought; for once something electronic is working for me, while everyone else is having the issue. Weird, but hey, at least mine's up and running.
At 10:00 an editor came in and handed me a couple of papers, asking me to perform a web check on them (check the paper for any errors in the 'back' section of our website, before approving it to be posted live). I had a ton of work to catch up on, a huge stack of papers sitting beside me to check, as well as a stack of papers to be sent out to a contract company for 'premarking', but I thought that I might be able to squeeze them in if I worked very quickly. So I took them, and 5 minutes later opened Internet Explorer to sign in to our site. Half an hour later I was still sitting there waiting for the sign-in to go through. ARGH! Anyway, long story short, we wound up having problems off and on all day with internet connection, email (turns out all of the messages that I sent, didn't go...so much for being the only one with a working Outlook), and programs crashing. I worked on one very math-heavy LaTeX paper (tons of work converting that to Word, cleanup involved takes forever) for about 3 hours, and then Word and MS Office crashed completely, and I don't think any of my saved work got saved. Finally the end of the work day came, and I rushed off to catch an early bus to get home. Just enough time, I calculated, to arrive, let the dogs out, scrub Yofi's Cone, and get him and Kaya ready for our pet taxi pickup to the vet. I might even have 5 minutes to spare, just to sit down and relax.

It was not to be. I walked into the house, took off my coat and then went to the bedroom. Opened the door, and was almost knocked over by the overwhelming smell. Diarrhea. Dog diarrhea. Izzy. :X

The little rotter had somehow, in the course of the day, managed to pull some of the blanket that covers his crate into it, where he went to work redecorating the fringes. Tattered bits of blanket (oh, and tattered bits of a jacket sleeve that was next to the crate) were tugged through the bars, some parts consumed, some eaten and then - obviously not to his taste - spit out again. The odd thing though, was that I couldn't see any doggie doo-doo in the crate, even though the smell was rank enough to make a skunk recoil in horror. I opened the crate tentatively, pulled Izzy out, checked him over (not a drop of anything was on him) and then shoved both him and Kaya into the backyard while I performed a closer inspection. It didn't take long for me to find ground zero. Pulling the crate away from the wall, I saw it: diarrhea sprayed over an entire wall behind it, rungs of the crate close to the floor dripping with it, and an oozing, fetid puddle of it squished beneath the crate's tray. What a bleepity-bleep-bleeping mess! Obviously I couldn't leave it that way until coming back from the vets, as the smell would probably have melted the walls had it remained there much longer, but I also was going to have to put Izzy back in the crate before leaving anyway. So I shovelled, mopped, and scoured with lightning speed (and in the midst of this discovered that I was almost out of paper towels) to get everything clean and tidy(ish). I still had Yofi to do yet, and the pet taxi man would be arriving shortly. Then, just as I was cleaning up the last of it all, Izzy came running back into the bedroom, ball in mouth, tail wagging furiously. I looked over at him and said, "Do you SEE what you did here?!?" He looked back at me, dropped the ball, opened his mouth and spewed vomit. All over the carpet. Alllll over the carpet. AARRRGGGHHH!!! Back again to mop, bucket. cleanser, air freshener, you name it. Scurried and scrubbed like there was no tomorrow. Tossed everything in a bucket, cleaned myself up, then ran to get Yofi, hoping his Cone would be good enough to go. But nope...The Boy had once again decorated it with a ring around the collar of goo. So - ran into the bathroom with cone, scrubbed, wiped, cleaned, ran back out and saw the pet taxi guy waiting patiently in the driveway. Grabbed Yofi, put him in a carrier, grabbed Kaya, leashed her, grabbed purse, coat, prayed that Izzy would be okay, and ran out the door.

On the way to the vets the traffic was horrendous. There has been construction going on in the west end of the city since probably mid-1965, and tonight the congestion of cars was terrible. The normally 20 minute drive took closer to 40 minutes, and at one point the cab driver, trying to pull into a sidestreet that led to the main thoroughfare the clinic was on, took a chance and stepped on the gas, as no one had been willing to let him go. He managed to get through all right, but the sharp turn toppled poor Yofi's carrier, and The Boy got a bit shaken and stirred. I don't know how he did it, but it was like the carrier tumbled on its own, while Yofi sat motionless with it moving around him. He never toppled over himself, simply sat there upright the entire time. I'm still not sure how he defied the law of gravity like that...maybe there's a Law of Yofi that supersedes all others. At any rate, he wasn't hurt; just mad.

So we got into the clinic and the vet (not Yofi's regular vet...but the visit was simply to remove stitches anyway) looked at Yof while I filled her in on his latest *flareups* - eyes turning red and inflamed, ears dried out and red. The ear problem was cleared up easily with a few applications of Bag Balm, and his eyes were actually looking better...but I wanted her to look at them anyway, as he may have needed a topical antibiotic. The vet technician keep oohing and aahhing over Yofi, but he was having none of the flattery this time. He was SO beyond upset at this point. So when the technician went to get Yofi out of his carrier he somehow latched onto the floor with all four feet and would. not. budge. She smiled and said, 'Oh, I don't think he wants to come out' (I thought, 'Oh, really???' lol) and then she grabbed his backside to try and pull him out. Uh oh, I mused, he is definitely not going to like this...and I was right. As soon as the technician began to pull, he grabbed the blanket that was in the carrier and attacked it. Impressive grunts and snorts flew through the air like some sort of lagomorphic profanity. He raged and roared, blanket bearing the brunt of his wrath, while the vet tech commented, 'I think your bunny is a bit upset'. Upset?? I thought. He's downright FURIOUS! For a few moments there it was almost like a scene right out of Jurassic Park, where you don't quite see the velociraptor, but you can feel the crate it's in as it shakes and vibrates, and you can hear those beastly screams coming from within. In the end The Boy did emerge, eyes wild, body tensed, but no longer acting quite like something otherworldly. I do admit though, I was half expecting to see his head start spinning around, spewing pea soup as it did, as he was being excavated from the cage.

Once out, Yofi did calm down. They removed The Cone (obviously NOT The Cone of Silence at this point), checked his owwie, looked briefly at his eyes, and then decided to take him into the back room to examine him further. The reason for the vet visit was to remove the stitches that were put in place after the biopsy was done, and so they were going to do that while he was back there too. I sat back with Kaya and waited as they walked away with My Boy, wondering how well the entire process would go.

Ten minutes later they returned. The vet looked a bit perplexed. "You know," she said, "He doesn't have any stitches to remove". Huh? No stitches? "But I saw at least one stitch on him a couple of days ago", I responded. "Well", she said, "there's none there now". So I took a quick look at the area, and I could no longer see anything except for the scab that had formed not long after he had come home. Yof, I thought to him, What the heck...where did your stitches go? But he wasn't answering me. He wasn't talking to anybody.

"He looks good," this vet said, "and we took pictures of his eyes for his vet to see when he comes in tomorrow. But it looks like he just has a case of conjunctivitis. It should clear up quickly." The technician, who was now standing a bit further away, added, "Oh, and he's quite the character". I was going to ask her what she meant by that...what was Yofi doing in the back examining room? But I held my tongue, noticing that the poor girl was looking a bit more ashen than she had before she'd left with him.

Then the vet tech said, "Time to go back in your cage, mister" and attempted to stuff 12 lbs of Yofi through that small carrier door. She was in such a hurry that she'd even forgotten to put his cone back on his head, which sort of answered my question about what 'quite the character' must have meant. And of course inserting a Yofi into a carrier is as decidedly hard as extracting a Yofi can be, so the struggle once again began. And once again, in the end Yofi relented and went in, but not before throwing in a grunted bunny cuss or two first.

At last we were ready to leave. Almost. I had to sit in the front and wait for the bill and pick up some ointment for Yofi's red eye. So we sat for about 10 minutes, and just as we were being called to the counter the vet came running out of the exam room toward me. Uh oh, I once again thought. This can't be good. "Excuse me," she whispered, "but can you bring your rabbit back into the exam room for a minute? We just noticed some blood on the floor and wanted to make sure he's okay".

Blood? On the floor? Now I was confused. Even though The Boy was mad as H-E-double-hockeysticks at everyone, I didn't think he'd actually attacked the vet tech (who at this moment is most likely surfing the 'net for alternate career choices). And his infection had healed, he wasn't exactly leaking from any appendages or anything, so...where did the blood come from??

Turns out The Boy has now developed another condition. He once again has a sore hock. When the vet reached in and turned him around in the carrier to check him over (she didn't dare even attempt to take him out) one glaring red heel flashed out at her as he shifted his weight and tried to go in the opposite direction. Oh, cripes. How on EARTH did Yofi manage to get sore hocks again? He's housed on vet bedding, it's changed every other day, his litter (Woody Pet with Carefresh on top) is scooped daily, and he hasn't been on carpeting in some time. Well, I just sighed and shook my head at this new challenge...I mean, treat the infection, CHECK. Treat the ears that were obsessively licked red and raw, CHECK. Treat the eyes that were weeping and angry red, CHECK. Now this, feet too. So it's treat the feet that power the legs that run the ears that are connected to the eyes that...on and on. High maintenance rabbit? Holy cheese and crackers!

And that was, officially, finally, the end of the vet visit. And the beginning of the end of one very weird day. Oddly, I was watching a show on AMC last night (the season premiere of The Walking Dead) and as I sat and watched this group of people trying desperately not to be eaten by the dripping, soddy, filthy, foul-mouthed undead who lumbered and lurched their way (in herds, no less) toward the still sorta living, I thought, boy...these guys have it bad...I'm glad I'm not one of them....

As Bill Cosby used to say, Never Challenge Worse. :expressionless
 
Sending some hugs and prayers your way :hug::pray:.What a day! Words failme. I guess things can only go up from here.

Do you have any hair left? I think I would have pulled mine out.


 
:shock: YIKES, DI!! WHAT A DAY!! :shock:

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Unfortunate to say, I think our son Josh and his beloved, Cally, could relate to your multiple-sick-animals-at-once, barfing-and-pooping-everywhere-one-after-the other experience.

Spectacular Spock, the ginormous Great Dane puppy was pooping and barfing, at the same time the 2 Papillion puppies, Mozilla and Safari, had pneumonia, with pooping and barfing. I knew it was bad when Josh, the independent, new-house owner, called and said, "Mom! Can you come here and help me??" (It's a 40 minute drive, by the way.) "All of the dogs are sick and I've been cleaning up after them for 4 hours now. They keep getting sick while I'm bathing one, or cleaning a mess out of the dog crates!!"

Let's just say, the house DID NOT SMELL RIGHT when I walked in. So bad, I was afraid it might never smell right again! :vomit: At least there were 3 of us to handle it, when Cally got home from work. How you did it all by yourself, I do not know! Those two aren't planning to have any children, but I think they got a good dose of "parenthood" those few days, complete with worrying about their "fur kids".

So glad to hear that Yof's infection is much improved. I think the vet tech gets the Understatement of the Year Award for her pithy comment, "Oh, and he's quite the character." :blueribbon:

Tell the Yofi I said, "NO headfirst, toilet-diving!" while you are caring for his sore hocks.

:pray: Prayers for your sister. I do hope there is some good news coming back after her lumpectomy. Do you feel comfortable sharing her name? God knows who she is, of course, but I'd love to be praying for her by name throughout her diagnosis and treatment.
 
After reading your post again and Izzy eating clothing items I just remembered my son Josh's great dane was sick again last week. Turns out he had eaten some of his girlfriends underwear, part of a rug and a small stick.
 
Spectacular Spock, the ginormous Great Dane puppy was pooping and barfing, at the same time the 2 Papillion puppies, Mozilla and Safari, had pneumonia, with pooping and barfing. I knew it was bad when Josh, the independent, new-house owner, called and said, "Mom! Can you come here and help me??" (It's a 40 minute drive, by the way.) "All of the dogs are sick and I've been cleaning up after them for 4 hours now. They keep getting sick while I'm bathing one, or cleaning a mess out of the dog crates!!"
This paragraph alone deserves a double :shock:!!:shock:!!

Having pets can be a wonderful prep for parenthood, I think. I'm still not sure how parents of multiple babies (twins, triplets, etc.) can do it though. I was exhausted just raising one. But I find with multiple pets, it can sometimes be just as challenging.

Oh, andYofi's foot, it turns out, isn't too bad after all (so long as I keep it clean, otherwise it could go bad). I suspect Yofi must've done something, or reacted badly, when the vet and the vet tech had him in the back room, because the blood that they discovered from him was on the floor, and the only time he was on the floor was just after they returned him from the back room...the vet tech had put him there to try and cram him back into the carrier. There was no blood on on his blanket or in his carrier when we first arrived, and the examining table where he'd first been placed when I brought him in had no blood on it. It turns out (after I inspected his feet more carefully) that he somehow knocked a callous off of one hind foot where he used to have sore hocks, so he must've done something to cause it to tear off (he's had those callouses for about 3 years now). Maybe that's why the vet looked so sheepish when she asked me to bring him back in...I suspect they aren't used to handling bunnies of Yofi's semi-impressive mass.

My sister's name is Suzanne (though I've always called her Sue...boy I used to tease her when the song "A Boy Named Sue" was popular, way back when). I'd be soappreciative for prayers...she doesn't really believe in them, but I do. ;)We're 4-1/2 years apart in age - me being the 'older, but not necessarily wiser' one - and she's been my best friend forever. She's very strong in spirit, but I also know she's held a fear of cancer for many years, as we lost our mother to the disease when I was 10 and she was 6. Thank you somuch for thinking of her, Karen. Whenever she does have the surgery done and gets the results, I'll let you know. (One thing that's nice is that we work in the same office, so I can drop over to see how she's doing fairly regularly.)

aww jujub, thanks for the hug! LOL...just what I needed today. This is my first break that I'm taking at work since 7:30 this morning (sneaking in a post here); been rushed off my feet all week. My workload is normally very heavy, but I'm also covering for a coworker until the 25th, so the workpile just got twice as hefty. I can get through it, just so long as I don't go home to any more doggie doo sprayed all over the walls, or anything chewed up or otherwise destroyed. :X

After reading your post again and Izzy eating clothing items I just remembered my son Josh's great dane was sick again last week. Turns out he had eaten some of his girlfriends underwear, part of a rug and a small stick.

LOL! You can just tell by seeing pics of Spock that he's a handful, and not just size-wise. He does look like quite the personality! I will admit that I was quite worried about Izzy after I discovered he'd eaten the blanket because a couple of weeks ago my sister told me about her friend's dog - can't recall the breed now - but he got into the laundry and ate several pairs of underwear. Unfortunately it caused a blockage and he died before they could get him to surgery...so I'm always worried if my pup ingests anything he shouldn't. So beware the dog who takes a liking to articles of clothing, carpets, or rugs. Oh, and I once knew a guy (online) with a basset hound who had a penchant for non-food digestives; he came home one night to discover his dog had eaten an entire bag of bread, plastic wrapper and all. He had to be rushed to the vet's for emergency surgery because the plastic bag had become entangled in his intestinal tract. With dogs like that, an emergency slush fund is a must, I guess.

P.S. Yep, still have my hair, and it's not grey (yet) either. :biggrin2:
 
A few new(ish) photos...

A few weeks ago I took the dogs for a walk on a warm fall weekend day. Took tons of pictures, but will only post a couple here. The first is my favourite of Izzy:

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And a pretty nice one of Kaya too:

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Here's one of Yofi (still sporting his cone):

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The infection site eventually went down to one small line of scar tissue/scabbing along the top of his leg, but now that too has healed over. I'd like to take the cone off of him permanently, BUT...the little rotter begins obsessively licking at the area when I'm not watching him. I'm so worried that he will undo everything and tear it all open again, exposing the tissue to yet another infection. He's got an appointment to see Dr. Johnson again this coming Friday, and I'm sure he'll be pleased by the progress - it's absolutely amazing how the area went from such a horrifically gruesome infection to this (taken moments ago):

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He's still on antibiotics, but I suspect will be taken off of them at his vet visit. Next will be the truly worrisome part; how to keep a Yofi from undoing all of the healing he's been doing. The Boy is a challenge!

Here's a couple more of him:

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How's this for a disapproving rabbit look?

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And with the cone removed...relief to be able to groom again:

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And what good would Yofi pictures be without at least two of Anna? ;)

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:)
 
Great pictures Di,
Is Anna back with Yofi yet?
Let me know if you want the doggy outfits for him, I can post them ASAP.

Susan
 

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