Weetwoo_89
Well-Known Member
As some of you may or may not remember, I used to have a fairly active bun blog. As it was deleted at some point in the past, let me start over.
My name is Rachel, lots of people call me Rae. It doesn't really matter to me what you call me, as long asit isn't 'late to dinner'. ^_^ I am 18, and I live in Knoxville, Tennessee currently with my parents, but soon with my boyfriend and a mutual friend of ours, assuming all goes well. I graduated highschool a semester early and I have just been accepted into the University of Tennessee with almost $10,000 of scholarship money (which is lucky, because that is about what I will have to spend to be able to go..) I also just got a job at Toys 'R Us (Changing the price signs apparently). Probably not a very good job, but a job is a job right now, as I need money desperately. But enough about me, I know you all came to hear about the other half anyways...*grumble grumble*
I only have one rabbit right now. Her name is Roxana (A.K.A. Roxi, Stinky Bun, Spoiled Rotten, among others). She was in a pet store that I happened to go in to buy some dog food. The sign said "Dwarf Lionhead" but I figure since that pet store was rather ignorant, and the fact that she is a bit bigger than Lionhead size, I figue she is a mix, not that I care. I had sworn to myself the familar oath, "Rescue bunnies. There are too many bunnies out there in shelters to pay someone to breed more....", I am sure that many of you know what I am talking about. But sometimes, I really think that they choose you (at least that is what I hope, because if it is left up to me, I think I might have to choose them all.
). One look at Roxi was all it took. I was putty. Brought her home with me right then.
"What's outside the box, mom? Oh come on, this car ride is boring..."
She was so cute and sweet and little and...didn't understand her litterbox at all....and didn't want to eat hay, just pellets....and spoiled rotten immediately. My mother who had frowned upon the idea of having another rabbit, automatically went against all of my advice, feeding her things that she shouldn't (extra pellets, bits of vegetables she had never had before). If fact, upon thinking about it, I blame her grandmother. *shakes head*
Anyways. Roxi got bigger and was healthy, up until she hit about 7 months old. Then she got head tilt right before she was going to get spayed. It was severe, some days a 5'oclock tilt, other days less. For a few months, I rushed her around to vets, getting her medicenes (which only seems to make matters worse), listened to people that would see her call her "Emily Rose: Exorcist Bunny" and having vets flat out tell me that I would be a better owner to "put her out of her misery". But through all that, I watched her closely, and though she didn't really seem impressed that I had to help her eat (she has an independent streak...about as big as mine is...), she didn't seem to be in too much pain. She hopped around and still played and would eat and drink with help. So I quit going to the vets, mostly because I don't have that kind of money to pay for negativity. With neck massages and some good TLC, I report that Roxi mostly stays on a 1'o clock tilt, 2 on a bad day.
I will get some pictures as soon as I get a quick moment.
So long for now. R.
My name is Rachel, lots of people call me Rae. It doesn't really matter to me what you call me, as long asit isn't 'late to dinner'. ^_^ I am 18, and I live in Knoxville, Tennessee currently with my parents, but soon with my boyfriend and a mutual friend of ours, assuming all goes well. I graduated highschool a semester early and I have just been accepted into the University of Tennessee with almost $10,000 of scholarship money (which is lucky, because that is about what I will have to spend to be able to go..) I also just got a job at Toys 'R Us (Changing the price signs apparently). Probably not a very good job, but a job is a job right now, as I need money desperately. But enough about me, I know you all came to hear about the other half anyways...*grumble grumble*
I only have one rabbit right now. Her name is Roxana (A.K.A. Roxi, Stinky Bun, Spoiled Rotten, among others). She was in a pet store that I happened to go in to buy some dog food. The sign said "Dwarf Lionhead" but I figure since that pet store was rather ignorant, and the fact that she is a bit bigger than Lionhead size, I figue she is a mix, not that I care. I had sworn to myself the familar oath, "Rescue bunnies. There are too many bunnies out there in shelters to pay someone to breed more....", I am sure that many of you know what I am talking about. But sometimes, I really think that they choose you (at least that is what I hope, because if it is left up to me, I think I might have to choose them all.
). One look at Roxi was all it took. I was putty. Brought her home with me right then.
"What's outside the box, mom? Oh come on, this car ride is boring..."
She was so cute and sweet and little and...didn't understand her litterbox at all....and didn't want to eat hay, just pellets....and spoiled rotten immediately. My mother who had frowned upon the idea of having another rabbit, automatically went against all of my advice, feeding her things that she shouldn't (extra pellets, bits of vegetables she had never had before). If fact, upon thinking about it, I blame her grandmother. *shakes head*
Anyways. Roxi got bigger and was healthy, up until she hit about 7 months old. Then she got head tilt right before she was going to get spayed. It was severe, some days a 5'oclock tilt, other days less. For a few months, I rushed her around to vets, getting her medicenes (which only seems to make matters worse), listened to people that would see her call her "Emily Rose: Exorcist Bunny" and having vets flat out tell me that I would be a better owner to "put her out of her misery". But through all that, I watched her closely, and though she didn't really seem impressed that I had to help her eat (she has an independent streak...about as big as mine is...), she didn't seem to be in too much pain. She hopped around and still played and would eat and drink with help. So I quit going to the vets, mostly because I don't have that kind of money to pay for negativity. With neck massages and some good TLC, I report that Roxi mostly stays on a 1'o clock tilt, 2 on a bad day.
I will get some pictures as soon as I get a quick moment.
So long for now. R.
