It Takes a Village

Today started in the most dramatic way possible, which is to say that we took Lucy to the vet for a routine check-up. And when I say "routine," I mean that we were out of the house by 6:30 so that no one had enough time to truly process what was going on. Her appointment was at 8:00 sharp. In Boulder. <eye roll emoji>

It really does take a village to contain a rabbit. They're small but man they do not cooperate. Especially Lucy. An enraged elephant would be easier to handle. It helps to cover her eyes; she can't run if she can't see where to run to.

What kills me is that she'll let her beloved vet handle her in a way that she would never deign to let us.  He sweet talks her and compliments her coat and the brightness of her eyes, and meanwhile she glares at us like we are indeed the Great Betrayer of Baby Bunnies.

In order to summon my strength, a coffee was necessary.

The inaugural Pumpkin Spice Latte! Although merely a temporary fix, it was a fix nonetheless.

We built in just enough time so that we could sit in the parking lot for a few minutes before her appointment. She hates most things about her life with us, but she loves riding in the car. So we let her enjoy the experience for about 10 minutes. Then we carted her off to her doom.

Wait. WHERE ARE WE?

I refuse to cooperate, dad.

Now we're back home. All three of us are exhausted. A nap sounds like just the thing - and then a college football game!