Tucker, thanks to his limited mobility, has not been the camera hound he once was. Today was cage cleaning day, and while his cagemates spent their out time wooing Lady Custard, he got Highest Privilege to hang out on my coffee table and watch TV. I thought this was a perfect opportunity to snap some well overdue shots.
I can really see how skinny he's gotten and how HED is affecting him, but he's still a happy, content boy.
Sleepy boy. He was enjoying his 'toons. It took me a minute to talk him into coming out for some glamor shots.
Hanging out in his hutch. Proppin' his paw a little like Stanley. Come on out lil dude.
I opened his sun roof to give him incentive.
Come on, come on. Come play! I have treats!
Here we come. His little back footsie is all draggy. He doesn't walk. He doesn't roll. He doesn't wobble. He does all three. He wombles.
Nice clear shot of him showing his body condition. A little patchy, but except for his weight which is a constant worry, he's not doing too shabby for a 31 month old.
HED boy eating a cheerio. He's adapting pretty impressively to tucking his legs forward and propping on his elbows so he can eat.
After saying hello to me, the camera, and eating all the treats he could stuff into his baby fist, he's wombling back into his hidey hole.
Theeeere ya go. Get em' over the final step.
Pfeww. Hard work never did anyone any harm.