After fur and feathers were taken care of this morning it was time. Now I'm sure folks that do professional bunny maintenance have some sort of set-up to do the trim job, but here at The Silver Maple it was me and Phoebe sitting under the I don't know what kind of tree it is, but it sure has pretty flowers in the spring tree. I had a pair of child-size scissors, a pair of Fiskars scissors Hon gave me that I use to trim up the sheep, and my green hair comb. We sat in the grass under that tree and I started...after saying several prayers to the bunny Gods...just in case there are bunny Gods.
It was going along pretty good...then the wind started blowing. Next thing you know I was telling Phoebe to stay where she's at so I could run around the yard picking up her wool. Sometimes it's good to live in the country on a one-lane road where only the postman will see me running around chasing after bunny wool in my pajamas and pink chicken boots. I mean, really, who's he going to tell anyway?
So, back to my story...I did pretty good on her back. Then I went around to the sides. That really made me nervous, quite frankly. She was sitting so good. Then I did it. I will not tell a lie and I will not sugarcoat it. I nicked her. Oh I felt horrible! Matter of fact, I still do. It's not a big nick, but a nick is a nick and whether it's on a sheep or my little fluffer nutter, Phoebert, I feel just sick about it. I didn't even know I did it at first because she didn't flinch or move. Now you're wondering what I did after I saw the nick...well, I sprayed Vetricin on it real good and then when the whole process was over I sprayed some Granulex that we get from the vet on it for wound sprays. We found that to be a fantastic thing to have when the sheep were attacked by those dogs. It's brown, so that'll mess up that spot as it heals and the wool grows back, but I'll snip those brown ends off as it gets longer. I swear every time I see her and that little spot I get upset all over again!
It seems that Phoebe isn't holding a grudge, though. After I finished her top and sides I rolled her over on her back and trimmed up the bottom half. Then, since I literally took several hours to get through this process, I let her have some time to do what bunnies do without me messing with her. Basically that means the Phoebester has a date with the weeds and dirt. Nice thing is after she was finished, because she has the buzz cut she's sporting, there wasn't much maintenance to do...this time.