I have a new look!

Today we had to go back to Dr. Scott.  My onesie kept moving and rubbing on my stitches.  I guess that is one of the things about being an totally cool Tripawd… clothes made for 4 legged furbabies may not work so well.

Even though Dr. Scott and the vet tech told on me, saying I complained quite a bit while he was checking my stitches and coming up with another solution to cover them, Mommy says I was still her awesome brave boy.  I now have a really cool new look too!   It feels so much better than the onesie did.  I feel FREE!  I can move around, use my stairs, and, most important, Mommy can give me real belly rubs again.

Here are some other angles to show my cuteness in my new homemade turtleneck.

My good side

Another good side
(Preparing for belly rubs)

Time for my close up!

Although I did give Mommy a good talking to in the car, I am much happier after seeing Dr. Scott.  I guess this was a good trip.  He said that thing about seeing me in two weeks again… hmmm….

Anyway, I hope my other tripawd friends are doing OK!

Head Scritches and Sandpaper kisses.

Rusty the Bunnyman and his loyal scribe (Mommy Gina)

Mass removal… confirmed cyst 🥰


My fellow Tripawds.  When will our pawrents listen?

I TOLD Mommy and Daddy that I was fine but nooooo… into that stupid bag and off to Dr Scott we went today.

It was a long day, waking up in a strange place with a onesie on!

Don’t worry though, I am back home and as those meds wear off, I am working on getting this silly thing off.  I am already stressing Mommy out  🤣 since my stitches are showing.

Awesome note: No biopsy needed  since it was definitely a cyst.

Dr Scott told me I was a good boy and he would see me in two weeks… wait… TWO WEEKS?!

Mommy- we need to talk!




Looking as cute as ever…

Mommy said to tell you guys that I am still doing awesome. She said something about visiting Dr. Scott at the end of the month, October 28, to remove the pesky bump on my right shoulder. I told her we don’t have to go but she won’t listen. I still catch my squeaky mousy  and roll around with my carrot… Sometimes right on that spot.  No problems!

The procedure was delayed because of a packed surgery schedule for “Saint” Dr. Scott as Mommy calls him.   He says it is like a cyst, only on the surface.   Saint or not, I will make sure that Mommy knows how much I don’t want to go see him, especially in the car on the way there. Once I am there with Dr. Scott, I usually calm down and try to be a good boy for him. But maybe I can convince her not to go… 🤞

In the meantime I’ll just take another nap on Mommy’s side of the bed. I wish she would learn it is really my side of the bed that she can borrow sometimes.


I also heard Mommy was spreading rumors about me in a Onsie after surgery. I will have to see if this is Bunnyman approved! Thank goodness no cone of shame can be used this time. I can assure you, the cone they used after my original surgery was NOT Bunnyman approved!  I hear rumors that if I flop over and act like I am paralyzed when the vet techs put the onsie on me, they may try other options.  I could get some cool bandages like an old fashion war veteran… gauze wrapped around my whole shoulder and body for a few little stitches.   Which one will get me more sympathy and therefore treats and scritches? Things to contemplate in the weeks to come!

I will have Mommy update everyone once I have my surgery.

Head Scritches and Sandpaper kisses.

Rusty the Bunnyman  and his Hoomin scribe Gina