Schez
Mama Doe
I'm writing this with tears of joy in my eyes.
Nobody would get this but RU so I had to share.
I rescued Phoebe back in October... She had been left in a hutch as she "couldn't be handled" and the family were ready to have a puppy join their family. They wanted to give "Upsy-Daisy" a better life so gave her to me.
Phoebe boxed at any hand that came near her, I didn't feel hurt by it, more sad that this poor little bunneh didn't associate hands with kindness, love and attention that she should have.
There have been moments where I thought I was helping her get somewhere with her fear of hands but then she would often revert back, or if she did let me stroke her, it didn't feel like she was enjoying it all too much. Her body would go stiff and her breathing would get rapid.
So, I would scale it back and try again. Just spending time lying next to her enclosure, sitting near her as she was free ranging etc, and then slowly offer my hand again.
The last week has been incredible.
She's been accepting tiny bits of fenugreek crunchy from my fingers, and I've been allowed to stroke her, although still a little wary initially, she's just put herself into "Phoebe loaf bunny position" and chattered to me as I stroked. it feels such a huge accomplishment that I'm bursting with pride for her.
She's being spayed on Friday, and those who know me/know my ramble will know that I'm always anxious before a bunneh goes in. But I've been terrible about Phoebe. Worse than normal. I've even dreamt that she didn't come around from the procedure. I'm petrified of losing her.
She really is an amazing little soul. I feel like she's been observing me more of late too. I can't explain it too well but it's like she really is sussing me out... :shock::lol:
Well done Phoebe girl. So proud of you.
Phoebe loves her hay den. :lol:
Nobody would get this but RU so I had to share.
I rescued Phoebe back in October... She had been left in a hutch as she "couldn't be handled" and the family were ready to have a puppy join their family. They wanted to give "Upsy-Daisy" a better life so gave her to me.
Phoebe boxed at any hand that came near her, I didn't feel hurt by it, more sad that this poor little bunneh didn't associate hands with kindness, love and attention that she should have.
There have been moments where I thought I was helping her get somewhere with her fear of hands but then she would often revert back, or if she did let me stroke her, it didn't feel like she was enjoying it all too much. Her body would go stiff and her breathing would get rapid.
So, I would scale it back and try again. Just spending time lying next to her enclosure, sitting near her as she was free ranging etc, and then slowly offer my hand again.
The last week has been incredible.
She's been accepting tiny bits of fenugreek crunchy from my fingers, and I've been allowed to stroke her, although still a little wary initially, she's just put herself into "Phoebe loaf bunny position" and chattered to me as I stroked. it feels such a huge accomplishment that I'm bursting with pride for her.
She's being spayed on Friday, and those who know me/know my ramble will know that I'm always anxious before a bunneh goes in. But I've been terrible about Phoebe. Worse than normal. I've even dreamt that she didn't come around from the procedure. I'm petrified of losing her.
She really is an amazing little soul. I feel like she's been observing me more of late too. I can't explain it too well but it's like she really is sussing me out... :shock::lol:
Well done Phoebe girl. So proud of you.
Phoebe loves her hay den. :lol: