BB Mommy
Warren Veteran
Oscar is my foster bun. He came to me at Christmas as he had had a big fight with his partner, had been vile to every other potential wifey bun introduced to him, got a really nasty eye infection alongside all his tooth problems, lost loads of weight and spent all day looking like Eeyore
He has, however, always had a love for people, and everyone coming to the rescue would remember to give Oscar a cuddle before they went home.
Well.....how things change once they are king of the castle:lol:
Before he came to the rescue he had spent 4yrs in a 3ft x 18" hutch, and has poor muscle control in his hind quarters - now he lords it over the conservatory, and you don't dare lock him in his crate (not even for 5 mins to hoover up) else he tears the place to shreds until you let him out again.
He honks like a duck in the morning when I walk in the room as he tries to run around my feet with his tail in the air, has wrecked my beautiful sofa (my fault though!) and bosses the dogs around.
Here he is looking angelic
and here he is in my arms - he sleeps like this for a good hour and a half each evening
He has, however, always had a love for people, and everyone coming to the rescue would remember to give Oscar a cuddle before they went home.
Well.....how things change once they are king of the castle:lol:
Before he came to the rescue he had spent 4yrs in a 3ft x 18" hutch, and has poor muscle control in his hind quarters - now he lords it over the conservatory, and you don't dare lock him in his crate (not even for 5 mins to hoover up) else he tears the place to shreds until you let him out again.
He honks like a duck in the morning when I walk in the room as he tries to run around my feet with his tail in the air, has wrecked my beautiful sofa (my fault though!) and bosses the dogs around.
Here he is looking angelic
and here he is in my arms - he sleeps like this for a good hour and a half each evening