Ah, I'm so glad Otis is finally back to his old self. He really had a good vacation with us in Florida, but the two day 18 hour trip each way really took its toll on the poor lil varmint. Now he remained all snuggled up in the back seat in his travel cage, but I could tell that he was a little carsick... he did no eating on route or coming back, only sips of water. But he was really very good... there were no calls to go to the bathroom, no chants for fast food, and not once did he whine and say, "are we almost there yet?" ( I did several times, but as the driver, I had to focus on the white line and couldn't turn to look at the signs). Otis didn't even squeak when I took the NC exit at 65, when the limit was 25, nor did he protest like his Dad did when I coasted full speed into the gas station and stalled before reaching the pump. No he was a perfect angel, sitting primly in his cage, only hopping about when I let him out at the Econolodge, to be barricaded with the ironing board in the bathroom and vanity sink area. Though he made a little mess by strewing his litter and hay about, we cleaned up all his droppings, and figured the cleaning lady would just assume we were big tipping red-necks with chickens in tow. It was even... we didn't shower there, so the extra vacuuming was in exchange for not having to clean the tub and shower. We did let him lie on the bed and watch the Ellen DeGeneres Vegas special with us, and petted him throughout, so it wasn't like he was neglected. When we finally arrived home the next evening, he started eating again, thank goodness! For the past two days Otis has been assuming the sphinx position, alert and ready for the constant vibration that would not cease during the road trip. I had been cooing at him and singing his favorite song... "here comes Peter Cottontail", but as of yesterday he would just give me that squinty eyed look that means, " good God woman, would you shut up, you're annoying me!" He is a pre-teen, so it's to be expected. But today, he hopped into his favorite sunning spot amongst the pots and pans and he seems his old self again... happy to sit and loaf... in the meatloaf dish.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Rabbit Loaf
Ah, I'm so glad Otis is finally back to his old self. He really had a good vacation with us in Florida, but the two day 18 hour trip each way really took its toll on the poor lil varmint. Now he remained all snuggled up in the back seat in his travel cage, but I could tell that he was a little carsick... he did no eating on route or coming back, only sips of water. But he was really very good... there were no calls to go to the bathroom, no chants for fast food, and not once did he whine and say, "are we almost there yet?" ( I did several times, but as the driver, I had to focus on the white line and couldn't turn to look at the signs). Otis didn't even squeak when I took the NC exit at 65, when the limit was 25, nor did he protest like his Dad did when I coasted full speed into the gas station and stalled before reaching the pump. No he was a perfect angel, sitting primly in his cage, only hopping about when I let him out at the Econolodge, to be barricaded with the ironing board in the bathroom and vanity sink area. Though he made a little mess by strewing his litter and hay about, we cleaned up all his droppings, and figured the cleaning lady would just assume we were big tipping red-necks with chickens in tow. It was even... we didn't shower there, so the extra vacuuming was in exchange for not having to clean the tub and shower. We did let him lie on the bed and watch the Ellen DeGeneres Vegas special with us, and petted him throughout, so it wasn't like he was neglected. When we finally arrived home the next evening, he started eating again, thank goodness! For the past two days Otis has been assuming the sphinx position, alert and ready for the constant vibration that would not cease during the road trip. I had been cooing at him and singing his favorite song... "here comes Peter Cottontail", but as of yesterday he would just give me that squinty eyed look that means, " good God woman, would you shut up, you're annoying me!" He is a pre-teen, so it's to be expected. But today, he hopped into his favorite sunning spot amongst the pots and pans and he seems his old self again... happy to sit and loaf... in the meatloaf dish.
