Poor Yofi, do you think him being outside in the dirt could have made it worse?
Well, the dirt didn't complicate matters (he had a rather vigorous soapy bathing of the area when he came indoors); however, Yofi is banned from the outdoors right now as the vet was more concerned about the possibility of flystrike...something quite honestly I hadn't even thought about. However, letting him outside with a raw wound is taking chances in itself, flystrike or not, as it
could potentially make things worse.
The good news, though (btw, this is a quick Yofi update
) is that Yofi is looking much better. No pics right now unfortunately, my camera battery died and I keep forgetting to recharge it. His chest area has cleared up considerably and for the past few days The Boy has perked up quite a bit. Whereas in the past he would be content to sit in his room with Anna - especially with Izzy-pest running about the house -now he comes out exploring again, and will boiiiing up onto the sofa for a free bunny massage. It's really good to see him more lively and alert...when this was at it's peak Yofi would still be eating and would eat a full meal, but his curiosity had waned considerably, and it would probably take him 3-4 times as long to down all of his dinner. Now he's well on his way back to "FEED ME, HUMAN!!!" whenever I walk into the bunny room. I just pray that once the meds are finished, this infection takes a hike for good.
In the meantime, other animal updates:
Anna is still the same; still amicable, keeps to herself for the most part, but comes flying to greet me when I walk in the room. She's overdue right now for a bunny-butt bath (that girl can get so skunky!), but other than the posterior cleaning issue, she's fine.
Kaya wasn't herself yesterday at all. She slept the entire day, and when I fed her in the morning, at first she turned her nose up at the food. hhhhmmm. When Kaya walks away from her dish, I
know something's not right...it's akin to Yofi's Fud Intake Valve not functioning. Her eyes were running as well, she was coughing a bit, and sneezing in the afternoon. I suspect she's got some sort of doggy cold, and decided that given her age, I'd better keep an eye on her. This morning though she looked decidedly more alert, even ran around when I took the dogs on their morning field trip. Oh, did I mention here that a week or so ago a dog attacked Kaya? We had just entered the park when someone's dog came flying up from the river (leash attached, but no owner on the other end) and went straight for Kaya. He circled her once and then lunged, grabbing her on the back and biting her. The owner, who had been down at the riverbank sitting and drinking with his buddies, came running up and grabbed his dog's leash...in the meantime I was caught in the middle of it all, leashes wrapped around my legs and two dogs snarling and snapping. I managed to get my legs out of Ground Zero, and then noticed that the other dog no longer had a grip on Kaya; instead, the owner was trying to pull his dog away, and Kaya was standing there, feet planted squarely on the ground, with a big hunk of Other Dog skin in her mouth. She was hanging onto him like a pit bull, and only let go when I let out a loud "HEY!!!" No dogs were injured in the melee, thankfully. And while this was going on Izzy (who was also on a leash next to Kaya) didn't know what to do...he just kept spinning in circles as the dogs fought (no doubt going "OH NO! OH NO! HALPPP!" in his little head).
Speaking of Iz, yesterday he was full of beans. It had poured all day so the dogs didnt' get their usual outing, morning or evening. Instead Izzy played with his stuffed mouse and his ball in the house. But he was definitely going a bit stir-crazy; at one point I was cleaning up and rearranging my bedroom, and found a big shopping bag full of dog toys in it. I had placed it on the floor while I was moving stuff, and Izzy spotted it immediately. "Don't touch", I told him, "Go play with your mouse instead". Well, about an hour later, as I was gathering up clothes to be washed, I noticed a trail of dog toys strewn about the house. Apparently as I was working, Izzy was silently creeping back and forth between the bag and the living room, pilfering one stuffed animal/ball/squeaky toy at a time. And then, about half an hour after
that, I sat down on the sofa, exhausted. Suddenly I heard the shopping bag rustling again, so I called out, "Izzy...don't you DARE touch that!" Then there was a moment of silence, followed by more rustling, silence, more rustling...and suddenly Izzy came FLYING out of the bedroom, putting his brakes on right at the doorway to the living room. I looked over at him and just burst out laughing...The Kid had somehow managed to get the bag entangled around his front legs and chest; he was hopelessly snarled up in it, and panicking at being trapped, but didn't want to come over to me because he knew I'd told him not to touch the bag. So I managed to stop laughing long enough to call him over, whereby he slunk into the room, toy-filled bag dragging under his pitiful belly.
Oh yeah, and then last night I decided to take a nice hot bath as my muscles were really aching...wasn't in the tub for more than 5 minutes when Izzy comes in, toting his Wiggly-Giggly ball, wanting me to play. He kept propping it up on the side of tub, I kept pushing it away, telling him to get out...this went on for several minutes until he finally picked up the ball and headed for the door. At last, I thought...peace and quie...
SPLASH!!!
Yep...a Wiggly-Giggly ball came flying through the air and landed right in the middle of the tub, scaring the daylights out of me, and delighting Mr. Izzy-Whizz to no end.
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