tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90832862024-03-07T20:08:54.214-06:00Diary of a (Slow) TriathleteThe sometimes-daily journal of a lapsed triathlete and bunny owner.Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.comBlogger922125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-49806747304884252982014-08-13T22:51:00.001-05:002014-08-13T22:51:42.925-05:00CadburyCadbury crossed the bridge today.<br />
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He was well and happy up until Monday. He ate his breakfast with the usual gusto, but when I came home for lunch he showed no interest in the strawberry tops I offered him. He had quit eating.<br />
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The last time this happened, I took him to the vet right away and he was better by morning. Hoping for the same outcome, I packed him off to the vet, but although there was no blockage, the vet thought he saw a shadow on Cadbury's liver. Blood was drawn and sent to the lab. I took Cadbury home with meds and a recommendation to bring him in Tuesday to spend the day under observation.<br />
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On Tuesday, he seemed a little better. He wasn't eating, but when I picked him up from the vet he was perkier and taking his Critical Care. The lab results showed very high liver enzymes, though. Since Cadbury seemed to be improving, we decided to go with a second day of observation and see if maybe he had an infection that the meds would clear. On Thursday we would decide if further tests were needed to rule out liver cancer.<br />
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He didn't make it that long. He seemed worse this morning when I dropped him off at the vet. I rubbed his nose and wished him well. According to the clinic, his condition deteriorated in the afternoon, and he had a small seizure. I was on the phone with the vet tech when he had another seizure and died.<br />
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Although I'm saddened, I guess you could say I've gotten used to how suddenly a rabbit can go. They aren't designed to linger with an illness, the way a dog, cat or human can. Also, Cadbury was getting old, and even before he became ill, I knew there might not be much time left. I had hoped he would be around another year or two, but he was at least 7 and possibly 8. Although domestic rabbits can live to be 10 or even 12 years old, 8 is considered the natural lifespan of a rabbit. Cadbury did all right.<br />
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I apologize for stopping the pictures a few years ago, but Cadbury wasn't much into it, and seemed happier being allowed to just do his own thing, unmolested by paparazzi. I don't plan on getting another rabbit for awhile. They are a lot of work and I need a little break. I'll miss having someone to share my strawberries with, though. <br />
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Happy Monday, Everyone!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-87170922110428111192012-02-27T00:01:00.000-06:002012-02-27T00:01:00.233-06:00Monday Bunday: Pondering<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gYAibhrI_VfHdEZjEos2iuLmWgp1Z_zACUYOXUx47aR4irAqhIdEWjkg-xdfolJ9yYLi57pn4JkpIdnNul8Z4tgDPbkz5-XaPwV2gevJbwfmyxEsbMVFA__pzm87q9sqJAUGlg/s1600/Cadbury+Pondering.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gYAibhrI_VfHdEZjEos2iuLmWgp1Z_zACUYOXUx47aR4irAqhIdEWjkg-xdfolJ9yYLi57pn4JkpIdnNul8Z4tgDPbkz5-XaPwV2gevJbwfmyxEsbMVFA__pzm87q9sqJAUGlg/s320/Cadbury+Pondering.jpg" /></a></div>Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-34669117168373353562012-02-20T00:01:00.002-06:002012-02-20T00:01:01.500-06:00Monday Bunday: Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5HdSnvGDmDooCz23VCqvvouy-3XeWehllPA-WUuAGoZE7AiVpsiTT_0gLMV34reSsA4n-9fb3gk6Gry7LtiS-QbdnBiFWjeYEv_-XxTYc5Nm_q9ZqKBE3jq2xVPc4TEO0ABUUw/s1600/Lola+and+Cadbury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5HdSnvGDmDooCz23VCqvvouy-3XeWehllPA-WUuAGoZE7AiVpsiTT_0gLMV34reSsA4n-9fb3gk6Gry7LtiS-QbdnBiFWjeYEv_-XxTYc5Nm_q9ZqKBE3jq2xVPc4TEO0ABUUw/s320/Lola+and+Cadbury.jpg" /></a></div>Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-90546345053440128462012-02-13T00:01:00.000-06:002012-02-13T00:01:02.156-06:00Monday Bunday: Lap Rabbit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVeA5UlCUqtQN2VyPypFP2YfG-JOOuTlo60FHWdBCLenUgLxM4iMIrDzqmEvyA8Yukz_YTjivlfTnSZbPw9p83YRYbuDyUcsP8cU1NfGN5qdUA6ZuwM71FUvitADmAcZPbDMIrg/s1600/Lap+Rabbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="270" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVeA5UlCUqtQN2VyPypFP2YfG-JOOuTlo60FHWdBCLenUgLxM4iMIrDzqmEvyA8Yukz_YTjivlfTnSZbPw9p83YRYbuDyUcsP8cU1NfGN5qdUA6ZuwM71FUvitADmAcZPbDMIrg/s320/Lap+Rabbit.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Cadbury is a very bad boy, always finding ways to go where he's not supposed to, like inside the box spring. But even so, he still gets his cuddle time.Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-22363282779138647682011-05-09T14:32:00.000-05:002011-05-09T14:32:05.749-05:00Monday Bunday: Waiting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DBdjoegRyc-RFKk37RKuzcuFxM80ghqCCs8WT41eieUkhdl0_J5JFBvfg-TI9qt7khCutzYZD4zF5azwNzQV-5wa8rd8RIw7WL4nnGsqHfae_HDxbYow4Gu3b5njQscE0-WYFA/s1600/waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DBdjoegRyc-RFKk37RKuzcuFxM80ghqCCs8WT41eieUkhdl0_J5JFBvfg-TI9qt7khCutzYZD4zF5azwNzQV-5wa8rd8RIw7WL4nnGsqHfae_HDxbYow4Gu3b5njQscE0-WYFA/s320/waiting.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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The biped says she ordered me a an x-pen. She calls it my play-pen, and she says when it gets here I'll be able to watch movies in the living room with her and Dad. Supposedly it will be here tomorrow, but she said that last week, too.<br />
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So I'm stuck waiting...Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-64007718124720267652011-04-24T13:21:00.000-05:002011-04-24T13:21:59.756-05:00Caught in the Act<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZI7W7hNEwPfGYjB9IE2B73Pc-9uFA2WYHPQx1yi_Y1TJG4efp93owFMYwhJDkl25DG5k-X4Kcgup2zybyp8zGSThg9iGhiu3NPfev7J86yNA_iKXaFMYiheuhNiWA6iyzTyIZg/s1600/easter+bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="237" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZI7W7hNEwPfGYjB9IE2B73Pc-9uFA2WYHPQx1yi_Y1TJG4efp93owFMYwhJDkl25DG5k-X4Kcgup2zybyp8zGSThg9iGhiu3NPfev7J86yNA_iKXaFMYiheuhNiWA6iyzTyIZg/s320/easter+bunny.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Look who I surprised this morning!<br />
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Happy Hoppy Easter, everyone!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-22889757055649530212011-02-21T00:01:00.001-06:002011-02-21T00:16:13.029-06:00Monday Bunday: Amelia EditionGuess who showed up in the mail a couple weeks ago? I couldn't post right away because I wanted to first get a frame that would enhance her natural beauty, but now, here she is...<br />
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...Amelia!<br />
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I apologize for the picture being a little crooked. It was hard to get an angle where there would be minimal glare. Amalia will be taking up residence in my office, where she will be enjoyed by many.<br />
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Amelia brought with her some friends (note the black bunny clips at the bottom)...<br />
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And of course, Diana at <a href="http://theqipapers.blogspot.com/">Qi Papers</a> couldn't resist decorating the mailer so Amelia and her buddies would arrive in style...<br />
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Thank you, Diana! And thank you, Amelia, for being such a fine model!<br />
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Happy Bunday, everyone!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-87515050639858008112011-02-14T22:56:00.000-06:002011-02-14T22:56:23.428-06:00Monday Bunday: Hearts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg79U4qasYcYFXhzsVjMfufsjjUDwgb6UikawjzIClUdf1cmu8UPueehYWbcyDTxAGzX0NU8nM7O8qF53jvwUYyehJ6SSFBW7bVGbpk1mZ4fh3v2REtgLkNuueWtUrKG9xGV-Fw/s1600/Hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg79U4qasYcYFXhzsVjMfufsjjUDwgb6UikawjzIClUdf1cmu8UPueehYWbcyDTxAGzX0NU8nM7O8qF53jvwUYyehJ6SSFBW7bVGbpk1mZ4fh3v2REtgLkNuueWtUrKG9xGV-Fw/s320/Hearts.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<i>Cadbury: My human got a big surprise at work today - her husband ordered a barbershop quartet to serenade her. No one serenaded me, but that's okay, I guess.</i><br />
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Oh, Cadbury. It isn't like Dan and I love you less for not hiring our friend Rick and his friends to dress up in their tuxedos and sing to you. Have another blackberry and some dandelion greens.<br />
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<i>Cadbury: Don't mind if I do. Happy Valentine's Day!</i><br />
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This is a small spotted rabbit begging for treats.<br />
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Last week, I got what looked at first like a treat but turned out to be a trick.<br />
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Yes, I got a paid day off from work due to the ice on Friday, but it also meant I couldn't do my Friday night errands, and the threat of overnight re-freeze meant no early morning long run. With other things scheduled for the weekend, the question of when to find a five-hour block of time for a 23 or 24 mile training run was problematic. It didn't help matters that my old hip injury has been giving me trouble again. I could've moved my last 20+ mile run to next weekend, but Dan and I are committed that entire weekend. The weekend after that is the weekend before Surfside - taper week.<br />
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So with reluctance, I switched to the half. I may not even do it at all. Dan and I have an opportunity that same weekend that we couldn't have anticipated when I signed up for Surfside, and we've been debating what to do about it ever since we found out.<br />
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There's still time, though. No decisions have been made. And in the meantime, this hip issue which I thought I had put behind me, is back. So frustrating.<br />
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Nothing is ever too bad when you've got a cute bunny to entertain you, though. Have a good week, everybun!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-52414417270264258552011-01-31T14:40:00.000-06:002011-01-31T14:40:47.226-06:00Monday Bunday: Bunny Butt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD24B9a-MA88pIkuzln_cnPx4iDjVzAIp2XI-itanHuORJHgHCkBRo8EizQhzFPUQ8iPV4Fq3fmbNw3ks1k1P_x-a_h7FNrK2pbYnMgnpuEpynTBSqY3d3WfCIKNGIbLa6yalImw/s1600/bunny+butt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD24B9a-MA88pIkuzln_cnPx4iDjVzAIp2XI-itanHuORJHgHCkBRo8EizQhzFPUQ8iPV4Fq3fmbNw3ks1k1P_x-a_h7FNrK2pbYnMgnpuEpynTBSqY3d3WfCIKNGIbLa6yalImw/s320/bunny+butt.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Isn't Cadbury's tail cute? So perky!<br />
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My training for the Surfside Beach Marathon is going pretty well, but I'm starting to get annoyed at the weather. It seems my longer (20+ miles) training runs always fall on the cold weekends and my shorter runs on the warm weekends. I'm a cold weather wimp and I hate having to run in freezing or near-freezing temps, especially when I have to start in the dark. What helps, though, is <a href="http://www.rei.com/product/760936">Grabber Hand Warmers</a>. It's pretty miserable when your hands get so cold that you can no longer open doors, and these really help with that.<br />
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<i>I don't know why I never get to blog anymore. Was I doing it wrong? Sometimes I don't understand my human.</i>Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-1593113947741009922011-01-04T08:48:00.000-06:002011-01-04T08:48:26.523-06:00Apocalypse Soon?Hey, everyone! For those of you who followed my vacation blog in 2009, do you remember when I got this on a street corner in Santa Fe?<br />
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Well, check out this story. It's a real worldwide movement!<br />
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I hope everybun is ready!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-19976527235254183422011-01-03T00:05:00.000-06:002011-01-03T00:05:53.819-06:00Monday Bunday: Roadbunner Visit!Guess what, everyone? On Sunday I got to meet the <a href="http://roadbunner.blogspot.com/">Roadbunner</a>! She was in the area to run a local marathon on New Year's Day, and on Sunday, Dan and I met her, her boyfriend, and a friend for breakfast, followed by a walk at Memorial Park. It was a lot of fun talking bunnies and marathons, and Mario even sent along a gift for Cadbury.<br />
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<i>I have to open it myself?</i><br />
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<i>What yummy-looking treats!</i><br />
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<i>I think the biscuits are my favorite.</i><br />
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<i>Thanks, Mario! You're a great pal.</i><br />
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Today when I had something that needed to go out, I decided I had better do it myself. Since we were out of labels and envelopes, I figured I'd get what I needed at the drop box, but there were none there. Next I went to the Copy Center, which is also a UPS pickup spot. There at the Copy Center was my UPS guy, Ross. He delivers to the university and to my house and while the kid at the counter started making my labels, Ross told me he had left a package on my front porch (yay!) and then he said, "I found a very strange package for you in the drop box a few days ago."<br />
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I wish I knew why Cadbury likes to pose this way. It doesn't look very comfortable.<br />
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I've been dealing with Rosacea off and on since turning 40, and this is the first stuff I've found that eliminates the red, scaly patches. I rubbed some of this on my face Friday night, and here it is Sunday and I don't need Visene or green concealer anymore. Mario Badescu's Control Cream gave me my face back and I couldn't be more grateful.<br />
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Happy Late Monday Bunday!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-27075320923101752672010-11-21T15:40:00.001-06:002010-11-21T15:40:35.293-06:00Now I've Done It...Something I haven't done in a couple of years. I've registered for a marathon!<br />
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Have a magical week, friends!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083286.post-46019677427792464682010-11-01T18:07:00.002-05:002010-11-01T18:08:59.208-05:00Monday Bunday: Dharma EditionI got back last night after a fun, fulfilling and thought-provoking weekend at the <a href="http://www.shambhalamountain.org">Shambhala Mountain Center</a> in Colorado. My purpose there was to attend a weekend writing/meditation workshop, which will hopefully get me writing again or if not, help me remain serene about it. <br />
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Although there wasn't a lot of free time in our very intense program, I was able to hike up to the Great Stupa a few times, which is a sort of Buddhist temple.<br />
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Near the Stupa on my last morning, I met this little guy:<br />
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He was obviously on his way to meditate and get serene, just like me.<br />
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I wish all of you a serene week as well!<br />
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Where will I be? Writing and getting serene in the mountains of northern Colorado, of course!<br />
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<a href="http://www.shambhalamountain.org/programs/1393">Authentic Inspiration: A Weekend for Writers</a><br />
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I plan to take lots of pictures, so watch this space!Ann (bunnygirl)http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com7