I am so glad to be back home and away from the awful vet. You would not believe the things they do to me there. Thanks everyone for being so concerned about me!
Of course, home isn’t quite 100% back to normal either. Dad and mum keep picking me up twice per day to force-feed me more critical care. But don’t worry, I make sure to put up a big fight and spill as much as I can on my chin and the counter. That way, they think they’ve fed me a lot and they give up and let me go. (I’m so smart.)
But yeah, I’m fine, just chillaxin, getting over my ordeal. Yep, nothing out of the ordinary here. It’s not like I really missed Betsy or anything.
PAY NO ATTENTION TO ANY PHOTOS PRODUCED BY DAD – they are obviously faked!!
-Gus
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9 responses to “Glad to be Home”
Looks like Betsy’s happy to see you, Gus. Or did Dad fake that too?
You go, Gus! You might like it if Betsy helped you get the critical care off of your chin, though.
I’m so glad to hear you’re doing better, Gus. Whatever happened – did you find out? You be good now, and the sooner you’ll be off the critical care =:)
Keep up the good work Gus, milk this for all the parsley they’ve got!!
Kick Butt, Gus!
gus ya old softy ya ain’t foolin me. you love betsy.
So glad you are home sweet one. Keep eating and pooping like a good boy!
xx, shell
What a relief to hear that you’re OK!!!! That’s a great picture of you and Betsy, whether it shows that you are happy to see her or not. Critical Care. Blech.
For me staying in the rabbit hutch is better that being confined in a vet clinic with so many test and medication being done to you.