SAINTS

his icky skin is still demodex (big surprize)…he looks like he has border collie in him, but also alot of something else…still it is a risk treating him with the ivermectin, he has had the advantage multi for the past few months without success. oh sigh, it is a gamble but we can’t leave him as he is either. thinking hard tonight. anyway, he gets to come home tomorrow and he has had a bath.

carl is M.I.A. tonight, he buggered off somewhere to the bottom field about a half an hour before deb put the barn guys to bed. she looked all over (i call him the stealth pilot for good reason) but couldn’t find him in the dark. in the end we left the barn open and jean is coming over later and hopefully he will have gone to bed where he belongs. bad carl, don’t mess around with the nice volunteers who happen to be saving our collective butts, and don’t freak me out either, i am stressed enough. i will now make sure whatever mobility aid i find has headlights tho.

we had a couple of great ladies come out from vancouver today to help us. you could tell they were animal kindred spirits and they are going to come out every couple of weeks and join our saints servant club. one of them brought her rescued, sketchy shep x, she was lovely! and i think visiting up here will be really good for her too. and deb is here so the dogs got their run, she brought her kenzie with her and i just looked out the window into the pasture and saw kenzie and tyra gleefully rolling and rolling in horse poop.

i had some good news and some bad news from the bank today…apparently i was smart enough to take out full 100% disability insurence on both the line of credit and the mortgage…one kicks in after 30 days and the other after 60 days off work. the bad news was the bank forgot to process it and i haven’t been paying for it. so they are going to take one lump payment for all the months we missed (which is about equal to one mortgage payment, ouch) and then i can be covered. oh well, i am grateful for any help i can get. wcb phoned to but my claim is still pending as they are awaiting the medical reports still.

i had a tiny disagreement with my youngest daughter who is taking me to the cast clinic tomorrow to get my sutures out and hopefully a lighter cast. she does not want to take me out looking at golf carts or ATM”s, she thinks i should just rot safely away in the house. anyway, i am the mom so i think i can make her take me and if she doesn’t i will pitch a temper tantrum out in public like she used to do to me when she was small. pay back.

deb is out in the barn, and she left norton in with the big dogs and he wants to come into the kitchen, so he is complaining, over and over and over again. i am waiting for deb to come back to the house or for eva to come out of the rabbit room so someone can go and get him for me because i can’t reach him (but if i had an golf cart, or an outside wheelchair or a rolling stool in the lower dog room i bet i could!)…sorry norton, don’t worry, it is only temporary.

i looked out the window this morning and saw eva climbing up the fence to rescue frodo who was sititing on the roof…holy smoke if she fell and broke her leg, we would all be screwed. i told her to quit doing that crap, sheesh, give me a heart attack or something. anyway, she got him down, but he is back up there again cuz i guess he likes the view.

Tigger Woods is having his surgery to remove that cyst from his face and a dental today, i hope he is doing alright and doesn’t feel too bad after his surgery. and i still miss that funny little trev, i hope he comes home before the weekend so mo and nicole can meet him, he is just great! little miss mable may dances for food treats, gosh she is adorable too.

everyone else is good today, deb said spritely was acting like a filly and flying across the fields. i want to see her and tell her “don’t run!”

a little update on Honey. Last saturday when I got back home from SAINTS, she was wobbly and couldn’t walk without major sway. So I phoned Carol and we figured she may have had a stroke. Sunday morning she was still pretty wobbly, I had a few flashbacks back to Ozzie, but this was different. She had the drunk wobbly gate, but other than that she didn’t seem any worse for wear, but I brought her into the Vancouver Animal ER more for my sake than hers. She hates going in the car, but evenmore than that she hates being picked up (so much that it causes her to drop little nuggets while you are carrying her). The vet we saw thought it could be geriatric vestibular syndrome or a stroke or something else I can’t remember. So we just have to wait to see if it goes away (vestibular syndrome usually last 2-3 weeks).

On Monday I brought her to SAINTS’ vet for a followup and then found out she’s also fighting an infection and so she’s now on antibiotics, which she hates taking and makes me go to great lengths to try to get them in her.

She’s doing okay, still walking around, but even more slowly than before and she has this sway to her head that reminds me of Ray Charles.
The new fun thing she has decided is that she doesn’t eat kibble any more and will eat her canned food if she has too, but would prefer only liver brownies and arrowroot cookies and maybe some pizza.

I really should have been a farmer.  Doing the early morning feedings is a great way to start the day – from the welcoming hee-haw from Jenny and Winston, to the soft nuzzling neighs of Spritely and Gideon and the wild thump on the shoulder from Swinger, it was a beautiful experience.  Carl knows me well enough to hang around looking over my shoulder while I get the feeds ready, Petunia sang her good morning song, and Grammy did her funny little standing on the gate routine.  Edna seems well integrated with the other chickens and roosters and I had a fun experience as a chicken catcher when she slipped through the henhouse gate as I fed them.  I had a smile on my face from start to finish. 

Of course, it helped that the sun was just coming up on a beautiful clear crisp day and I’d made sure all the supplies were in place the night before.  I might have felt differently if it had been bucketing rain, the plumbing had been frozen, and I’d had to lug hay and feed from the garage.  

It didn’t help that the brakes on my car completely disappeared just as I hit the intersection of Ferndale and Stave Lake Road.  I’ve been meaning to get those fixed for a month now – I guess it is now on the to-do list for today.  Thank goodness there was nothing coming – the last time I was t-boned in an intersection (someone else ran a red light) I spent a month in the hospital followed by several months in a wheelchair.  If that had happened this morning I would have been royally screwed and so would SAINTS.