There must be something about going out of town that sends signals around the WD that some measure must be taken to keep us home, and it is usually one, or more, of our animals that are happy to pull the trick. A hen that does not want to stay with her friends but decides she belongs in a horse barn, risking to be carried off by coyotes, a horse taking down his stall door while scratching his rear end, that kind of thing.
It's Emma this time. We were a day away from leaving for a reunion of Dan's family, when I noticed a bump on Em's rear end. Off to the vet. Diagnosis: a ruptured anal gland needing surgery to be cleaned and repaired. So, rather than being off to a party, I am staying home to nurse her back to health. It is pushing goodwill to ask neighbors to not only look after the place, feed animals, water plants, but also administer meds and wipe doggie butt. Besides, Emma is "suffering" and "needs" me: Princess Buttercup, The Drama Queen.
She really is doing fine, but having to wear that collar! It totally sucks! I do take it off while we go for walks because she would not get far. When she runs into any object outside, she stops and waits. Not in the house: Shawna runs from her and my legs will not be the same for weeks. But it does give her an angelic quality ...
1 comment:
Poor girls! There is nothing worse than a dog with a collar! They are so miserable. But it's nearly as bad for you! Sorry you missed the party, but hope you will pamper yourself a bit, too.
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