I'm not a happy bunny!

Hmm I'm not sure about these new two foot people. I'd just settled in and then on Wednesday they put me in the carry cage and took me off to the vets. I was "spayed" - which means I can't have any babies and I won't get uterine cancer which is very common in rabbits. I wasn't too impressed with it all though, so I got my revenge by having a wee on the vet not once but twice!

They let me come home that night, and the two foots put me in a cage indoors over night so I'd be a bit warmer. I wasn't very happy about it all though so I decided not to eat my food. I had a tiny nibble of hay and a drink, but that was it. That turned out to be a mistake though, as the next day I was carted off to the vets again. If you don't eat after an operation it worries the two foots, so the vet gave me another painkiller injection and an injection to keep my guts moving. The vet also told the two foots that they'd have to syringe feed me and gave them a syringe and some stuff to mix with water to go in it.

I did my best to co-operate with the syringe feeding - I didn't wriggle and I didn't turn my head away too often. The stuff was really gloopy though and kept blocking the syringe, then spurting out in a big clump. The two foot had to change her top after feeding me as she was covered in it, and I think some went on the floor as well. They also managed it get it all over my fur - it took me ages to clean it all off and then when I'd finished they did the whole thing again! The two foots said that if I ate all the food in my cage I could go out in the run tomorrow and if I didn't I'd have to go back to the vets. They said that if that happened the vet might keep me there for a couple of days to get me eating. I did try overnight - I ate a little bit of banana and a tiny bit of broccoli.

They took me back to the vets again this morning. The vet was pleased that I'd eaten a little bit and gave me yet another injection to keep my guts moving. Apparently though trying to eat my stitches hadn't been a good idea, so the vet trimmed off the bit of thread I'd helpfully pulled out for her. The vet let me come home though and suggested that the two foots try syringe feeding me with some gluten free vegetarian baby food as it's easier to squirt through the syringe. The banana and apricot gets a 2/10 - I wasn't that keen on it, but the carrot one gets a 6/10 - I quite enjoyed licking my lips after that one. Even though the two foot had wised up and put an apron on this time I still managed to get carrot on her sleeve!

They've put me back outside in my run this afternoon, so I've been checking that everything was as I'd left it. I have eaten another bit of banana and broccoli and a couple of my pellets since I've been outside so hopefully they won't do the syringe thing again. I've got to go back to the vets on Wednesday to have my wound checked, so I'm hoping that I can eat enough so that they won't take me back before then.

I've got a girlfriend (almost!)

Well, last week there was a lot of activity around here. A hutch appeared on the patio and then a metal run arrived to go over it. It's not as big as mine, but apparently it's only temporary accommodation. Last Friday the two foots seemed very excited and I saw them get out the carry cage, so I was a bit worried that they were going to take me back to the vets, but they walked straight past me.

About an hour later they came back and they'd brought another bunny with them! I've not met her officially yet as they've said that she's got to have a similar sort of operation to the one I had done before I can get to know her properly, but they did bring her over to the hutch so I could see her. She's really pretty! The two foots said that she's about the same age as me and that she's a black otter netherland dwarf. So, what do you think of her?

She's a bit shy at the moment, and doesn't eat as much as me (but then I am a bit bigger than her!)

The two foots looked on the internet to find her on a site called Rabbit Rehome which is a site where people who've got bunnies that need new homes can tell people about them. She was called Amelia but my two foots thought that was a bit posh when I'm called Flop. The cheek of it! I can do posh, I can sit on the plinth in my run in a very regal pose I'll have you know! Amelia's two foot was very sad to see her go and the two foots said that she'd done a great job looking after her, but I'm happy as it means I get a new friend to play with as I miss my brother Flip. I can't wait until she moves in with me - at the moment I just keep giving her admiring glances from afar.