Poop-o-meter, or caring for a sick bunny

Bunya is so smart (I know, I'm prejudiced). Like when we tried to give him a little treat, and he ran into his pen so there was a barrier between him and the giver, so he couldn't get picked up and given meds.

Well, when he does get picked up and placed on the towel to be wrapped as a bunny burrito, he now starts boxing the edge of the towel so it bunches under himself - this is so we can't roll the edge over his feet.

Oh, yeah, and when I tried to un-bunch and lay out the towel, he bit me. Not hard. It was more like he was showing me he had teeth ... he just closed them around my finger, but did not scratch or puncture the skin. He tussles harder than that with the girls, especially now.

We feel so bad having to give him this stuff, but we think it is helping.

Find the front teeth and slide the tip
into the gap behind them

Bunya: I um fo fick of Bene-Bac

"How can you tell he might be getting better?" you may ask.
The bunny poop-o-meter has helped.

The poop-o-meter

Since the bunnies are separated, we have taken samples from his litter box every day.
First, to see that he is processing (read: pooping).
Second, to assess volume - not up to his prior production levels ... most definitely an underutilized processing plant.
Third, to see if they are getting back to normal size - not yet, but in general, getting bigger and more uniform.

Bunya is tired of being alone and does not understand why ...
Why he can't get to the dish full of crumbles.
Why he can't eat most of the greens.
Why he can't get groomed by the ladies.

Bunya pouting as Lucy & Ethel get dinner

The sisters flop amongst themselves

Lately, even Bunya and Ethel seem to be getting into little tiffs between the fences. They each try to push a head through for licks but Ethel is giving a little box to his head and the fence with her front paws. Then she puts her head back down for licks. Rinse and repeat ... until we finally break it up.