hey! don't roll over missus,
otherwise you'll have a real-fur hot water bottle cover!!
and for the 3rd day running the tiny beastie crept into my bed and slept needingly beside me
snuggled under the fleece blankets and light blue quilt
with a wet tufty jowl
even though a couple days before we had made the delightful trip to our amazing vet Margot, of Dunedin vets,
and he had his tiny pair of (peg) teeth, that grow behind his normal incisors, burred down and an inspection of the chompers
cos I thought that was what was causing the wet tufty furred jowl
and so, after a couple days of traumeel homeopathic pain killers, and lots of fussing, and some treats (no, not chocolate covered kisses from a heart shaped box, just Scottish organic oatcakes),
and still the crying and midnight-to-dawn bed visits hadn't stopped,
even though the teethys had been attended to ....
.... we made another journey out to see Margot our amazing vet
and one anaesthetised zonked-out lagomorph later
Wesley came home minus an infected, loose back molar
...... aaaaaaawwwww :) poor little bunny !!!
so, after lots of love and kisses from me
and the tiny hares in the house
my little mister is on the road to full recovery
(and I'm back to the plastic variety hot-water bottles now)