Making a Day of It

You know how the thought of wrangling Lucy and taking her to the vet or to be boarded sends me into a hysterical spiral of despair? 

I figured out a way around that.

It's a little trick I like to call Hair Squared, in which I schedule a hair appointment at the same time as Lucy's next vet - hare! - appointment, leaving G to take her by himself.  Before you think I'm a bad wife and bunny mama, allow me to mention this one thing.  Which do you think is harder for G:  luring the wild beast into her carrier and to the vet in Boulder on his own, or with me wringing my hands and yapping at them both, on the verge of tears?

Exactly.

This is how it went down.

Step One:  

Lulu Bell is sleeping in peace with absolutely no idea of the hell that awaits us all.

Step Two:  

Uh oh.  What's that doing there?

Step Three:

The only way we can get her in the carrier is to put it in her cage and wait for her to hop into it.  If it's stupid but it works, it ain't stupid.

Step Four:

Got her!

(Mwahahahahahahahahahaha)

Let's pause and appreciate the delicious cup of coffee bunny mama had while getting her hair done.  Ahhhh, so relaxing.

Step 5:  Plop her on the vet's counter.  Her look says it all.

Step 6:  "There is absolutely no way I'm cooperating." 

--Lulu Bell

Step 7:  "What is that?  A treat?  Let me take a closer look."

--Lulu Bell

Turns out we have a healthy little bun bun.  Good teeth, working tummy, horrible disposition.  A vet who dotes on her and calls her cute for hours on end.  Then charges us for it.

It was a gorgeous day and we took advantage by going to Denver's "Central Park" - I just made that up.  Washington Park - Wash Park - spans a few blocks, has a couple of lakes, and is pretty close to dawrighthouse.  Everybody talks about it all the time and we hadn't been yet.  We needed to check it out.

After a leisurely walk, we came home and I napped all afternoon read Hemingway and G took out his remote-controlled airplane for a little spin.  Gotta love Saturdays!