Trust, and knowing when to not upset the applecart

So after having to attempt to cut crazy Esther’s claws last week (i swear the girl is part eel) and managing only 3 toes before she shot off and lost all trust in me, I managed to get Enry for his jab and her for the rest of the claw clip to our vet this morning.

Lots of good distancing process and organisation. I was so worried how the buns would be without me there. Control freak. Even gave them a note to make sure they sorted her on the floor in big underline (and they knew which bunny was which, which is ridiculous because they know me so well). I left them at the door in the case and sat in the car in the car park. I needn’t have worried. Just like kids they were on ‘best behaviour’ with someone else; Esther was ‘So Good’. So Good!!! flippin eck. But it doesn’t matter. Claws and jab sorted, and general check over and they’re happily chilling. Esther even wants to come to see me. The trust is still there. I melt. The right decision. Sometimes, you have to do things you don’t want to avoid losing their trust. Bunnies eh?