Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Furmily: Creamie & Crunchie

Rane was walking me (Sugar) around the estate one night when we came across a cage on a large field. When we approached the cage, we saw a pair of skinny rabbits with no food or water source. Rane was secretly hoping that someone had left them there temporarily and would pick them up in due time, thus we continued our walk. Even though it's our cherished walk time, Rane paid little attention to me as she couldn't stop thinking of the two rabbits.

While walking back home, Rane decided to make a detour and check if the rabbits were still there. Much to her expectations, no one came forward to 'claim' the rabbits. Feeling worried for their welfare, she decided to bring them home, much to her parents' dismay (as Rane's parents felt that there were too many animals at home). It was a long walk home asRane had great difficulties handling me with one hand and carrying the cage with another.


Rane had initially named the white rabbit 'Milky' and the brown rabbit 'Honey' but Rane's mother felt that the names sounded too feminine for boys, thus Rane renamed them 'Creamie' and 'Crunchie'. However, Rane's mum always forget that their names were 'Creamie' and 'Crunchie', and decided to call them'Whitish' and 'Brownish' instead.

Worried for their health, Rane brought both the rabbits to the vet and they were deemed to be malnourished and underweight. On top of that, they were infested with mites. The vet estimated Creamie to be 4 to 5 years old, while Crunchie was less than a year old. That was in 2007.


Today, after receiving lots of Tender Loving Care (TLC), the boys blossomed into handsome rabbits; they were no longer the scrawny rabbits with matted fur. They enjoy each other's company, with Creamie being the more dominant rabbit. They share most of their lives together; from the same litter box, to the same food bowl, to the same water bowl and the same living area.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Unwilling Water Dogs

My doctor has been encouraging me to lose weight for umpteen times. In a bid to make me lose fats without putting much pressure on my joints (as I have slight arthritis with weak knees plus slight hip dysplasia), the humans have signed us (Posh and I) up for a membership with dog club just to use their swimming facilities. This is on top of a diet that we are undergoing.

Losing fats with lesser food intake? This doesn't seem to make much sense. Since I am starting to burn fats, aren't I suppose to eat more or at least the same? I tried looking pitiful, I tried begging for more food but they didn't work. Sighs. The humans seem to mean it this time. The doctor has made my life more miserable than ever.

And did I mention, I or rather We (Posh and I) HATE swimming. The cold water gets into our ears, our eyes and our noses. It smelled weird too. The humans kept dragging and throwing us into the water despite strong resistance and protest. They said that since they've paid so much for our membership and entrance fees, we should make full use of it! However, we weren't the ones who requested for swimming sessions in the first place! Just look at the pictures taken during our swim and you'll know how miserable we felt being forced to swim.

The following are photos of Sugar (me)

The following are pictures of Posh

See how pitiful/pathetic we look after our swim? We are all wet and ugly *sobs*

Sweet Licks,
Sugar the Beagle