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Sunday’s crew for 11.25.12

Posted on: November 25, 2012

I found this kitten on the Internet after my cat died. I went to go see her at the pound. She had already been there for two months. I knew she was the prefect cat. When I went to go pick her up, and named her Coral  on the spot, from the pound it was snowing hard (that was the day it snowed in October). She has grown up huge in the one year period I’ve had her.

Hi, my name is Theodore (Teddy  for short) (cockapoo.) I just got to go home to my new family. My interests include sitting on my owners’ heads while they’re sleeping, chewing on bones, chasing strangers on sidewalks, bouncing instead of running, and snuggling. I have settled in so well with my new family, and am a very fast learner!

Name: Luffy
Age: Four months old
Gender: Male
Kind: Mini Holland Lop Rabbit
Home: Neumünster, Germany
Hello, I am so excited to share my pet with you and his story … I know everybody thinks their pet is the best, as is Luffy  for me too. Let me tell you the story of this little boy:
Baby fluffy Luffy was adopted especially to be a friend to our third bunny, Teddy, who didn’t get any affection from the two older bunnies we have. It was really sad to see him trying with no success, they were so unfriendly to him. So we got Luffy and from day one I knew this little cute ball of fur was something special! I had a gut feeling that that bunny wasn’t eight weeks old and was younger instead. I also noticed that his nose was always full of dirt, which wasn’t normal at all. Also just one week later he got diarrhea, which was treated immediately and gone in two days.
Teddy and Luffy were like blood brothers, always together, until the day that Teddy reached his sexual maturity and started to be very bossy, and aggressive to Luffy, biting him. Once Luffy was so nastily bitten that we had to take him immediately to the vet. He ended up getting five stitches, it was really bad and it broke my heart, but amazingly he was behaving like nothing happened. That fight was lighting fast, I was trying to separate them but honestly I had never expected that two bunnies could fight that wildly. It was scary! And little Luffy was fighting back like crazy instead of letting it go or just showing Teddy “ok, you are the strongest, I surrender” by getting flat on the floor, which is how they say “okay, you won.” Instead, he was there in the fight until I could get them apart from each other.
After that, we decided to house them in separate cages, so this could never happen again. All was fine, his wound was healing quickly and he was eating and drinking a lot, enjoying being petted like a dog and being held by me anytime – he really is one of a kind! Most bunnies normally don’t like to be held, they panic and stress quickly, which I think everybody should respect! If a rabbit doesn’t want it, please don’t do it – thanks.
One day, I was on holidays in my hometown visitng my parents, while our bunnies stayed at home with my boyfriend. When he was at work (we still do not know how that could happen) Luffy broke out the cage, and when my boyfriend arrived home he saw him laying down so pathetically. But he thought Luffy was just exhausted from playing hard all those hours alone outside the cage. Then Luffy stopped eating and drinking, he couldn’t stand up by himself, and it looked like his left-front leg was injured. My boyfriend took him to the vet and he checked the bones and said all was fine. He suggested to let him recover, maybe the muscle was a bit sore from breaking out the cage and he just hurt himself. So my boyfriend did so. Luffy slowly started to drink and eat again, so he guessed things were getting back to normal.
When I came back home from the holidays. I picked him up and I realized that something was wrong in a second. I knew inside myself that something was totally wrong. Honestly, my boyfriend is really amazed at my Bunny-mom sixth sense, I always spot every little thing in a second with all my bunnies. Well, I asked and asked my boyfriend how all happened, what the vet said, and I was totally not convinced.
So a couple of days later I picked him up and I saw that my little finger could slip inside his fur … And that it was dry and stiff. So I decided to go immediately to the vet to show him and out what that was. He checked it and there was a huge infection on the live skin under the fur, the fur was completely dead, you could remove it like it was a coat. It was really schocking, my eyes filled up with tears seeing that. And that vet told me: “That’s a really bad nasty infection caused by some parasite, and he is gonna loose all the fur, and he is gonna be in pain and suffer so much, I will give him some antibiotics and see how he is in the next three days, but most likely we will have to put him down, this cannot be treated.”
This was devastating news. I felt totally helpless, like something was breaking inside me. I drove all the way home crying. I couldn’t accept that I had to put him down. So my boyfriend quickly searched for another vet for a second opinion, and he found a rabbit specialist. The next day I went there with Luffy – I must add here that Luffy was behaving totally normal, which is really impressive, considering how badly he was injured. So the new vet checked it and I explained the whole story to him.
Here is what I need to mention that I learned from the visit to that second vet:
This bunny wasn’t eight weeks old when we got him.
His inmune system wasn’t as strong as a healthy bunny would have. I think it is because he should have been with his mother longer.
The veterinarian who wanted to put him down was crazy.
His infection was very nasty and it would be a very slow process to heal, but it was treatable.
The infection likely came from old wound that nobody noticed and got infected as was never treated (no thanks to the first vet!).
You can imagine how good I felt after hearing that could be cured! This little fighter was gonna make make it, I was sure!
So the treatment was that every day he needed injections of antibiotics, and medicine by mouth, and every three hours the wound needed to be cleaned with a special liquid. He had to staying only on towels, making sure he was clean all the time, so no pee and poo around him.
Luffy was taking it all like the best bunny ever. He also had to go for a check with the vet every five to six days, which can be stressful for an animal, but he took it well, always being so nice, calm and brave! I feel so proud of this little fluffy guy! I bet he was hating me for all the daily “medicines-torture,” but he never scratched me or bit me. I think if he could talk, he would have said: “Okay, do it… if that is what it takes.”
So slowly the wound was getting smaller and smaller. His skin had to grow a new layer, so fur could grow again. By one month later baby Luffy was totally recovered. He has now gained 500 grams and is enjoying his life to the fullest! Of course he is very spoiled by me and my boyfriend, I am sure he knows it. Funny enough I have to be careful because he still wants to fight with the older bunny we have, as if he didn’t have enough with being wounded!
I love him so much and he is the sweetest and fearless bunny I ever met. He has been through so much and he is still here standing like a warrior, I am so proud of him. I feel so lucky I found him, and I hope he feels lucky to be ours too.
Hope you enjoyed this little sad story with a very happy ending, that actually is happy beginning for Luffy, I am sure after all his inmune system became stronger, too, once he got the correct veterinary care and medicines. He is now perfectly fine.
Sending out so much bunny love,
Diana and Luffy

Name: Trixie Layne
Age: Two years old
Gender: Female
Breed: Poodle, Shih Tzu, terrier
Home: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
These are a few pictures of my dog Trixie  Layne. She is a Poodle, Shih Tzu, terrier cross living with us in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, but it was not always that way!
We had the privilege of meeting her one day as she started to chase after our van, although we knew from the start that she was someone else’s dog and we could not keep her. That did not stop the whole family from falling head over heels in love with her. We did have a dog before her, a German shepherd cross, Rerun, that had died four years ago this August. So after we had this little puppy in our house for almost a whole day, falling in love with her, we knew that if we could not keep her we had to get another dog. She was returned to her owners eventually and we said our tearful goodbyes, then got to work searching the web for our special puppy, when really we wanted Trixie. So that night I asked my dog Rerun to please let a miracle happen where little Trixie could spend the rest of her life with us. The next day my prayer was answered, the owners called us up saying that they wished to sell her to us. From that day forward she became our little treasure, there is nothing she can do that isn’t cute. To top it all off we got her only days before my 21st birthday, so in a way she is my best birthday gift ever. I thank Rerun every night, I know she was the one who lead her to us and was I ever grateful.
You see, I was in rut so to say, and just depressed. I needed a friend in my life that wouldn’t judge me and now I have just that. She changed my life around, made me laugh every day. She has such funny habits – such as when she gets a big bone as treat, she needs to hide it in 1,500 different places before she can sit down and eat it. Or how much fun it is to dress her up, and for some reason she likes it. Things like taking her for walks and having her growl at signs of some person we are suppose to vote for, or having her eat from the cat’s food and catching her do it, where her answer is dropping the food out of her mouth and acting like she did nothing wrong – these always makes me laugh. Being away for hours coming home to her excited dance, where she wags her tail so much that her whole body shakes as well … This is all part of the fun of Trixie. Sometimes she sticks her nose underneath my bedroom door knowing full well I am eating in there, hoping I will slip something underneath or let her in. The cute way she chases her tail so much that by the time she stops she falls over by dizziness never fails to make me smile. She has done a lot to change my life around, and I love her very much.

Name: Bacon
Age: Eleven years old
Gender: Male
Kind: Short-hair mix
Home: New Glasgow, Nova Scotia, Canada
This is Bacon Tiberius Brock MacLeod. He is a male, mostly short-haired black and white stray we took in last year, and may have some Persian wayback in the family tree. He is from New Glasgow, Nova Scotia, Canada, and we are not exactly sure how old he is, but according to the vet, he was “at least ten years old,” and that was last year, so let’s say eleven years old. He weighs eight pounds now, which is a nice change from the three to four pounds that he weighed when we took him in!
His amazingly human personality is what makes him special, along with his hobbies, which include 3 am caterwauling and sleeping on people’s faces. He is also highly proficient in the delivery of dirty looks.
We noticed Bacon hanging around the area about three years ago, not long after we moved here (we were barbecuing bacon, hence the first name), but he seemed to be in good shape at the time, so we assumed he had an owner, and he came and went. Then about this time last year, we noticed he was showing up more and looked pretty rough, so we started feeding him, though he still seemed to be going “home” somewhere at night. One day we pulled the barbecue grill out only to find that he’d been sleeping under the cover. We took him into the basement that day, got him cleaned up and cleared of parasites over the next month or so, then moved him upstairs with our other cat, Pilot.
He’s definitely affectionate, and loves to snuggle and be patted. He’s the only cat I ever knew who actually likes to be under the covers. He hates the cold, no doubt having spent far too much time being cold before we took him in. Once the cold weather hits, he heads right for the nearest air vent and lays over it. He also steals heating bags when we’re on the couch. When he gets ticked he will avoid you for days, though, looking at you like you’re just the worst person in the world, and running away while looking back over his shoulder to make sure you feel really bad, lol.
He still loves people food, especially our local Acropole Pizza, and McDonalds, which is basically the kind of food most people would drop and he would get a chance to eat when being a stray around here,. He once stole an entire KFC chicken leg from our roommate when he only looked away for a second! He loves gravy, and purrs like a small freight train. He likes to sniff foreheads and if you chuck his chin just right, he does this adorable love bite thing with his old dull teeth.

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