Well, it’s been a week, I think, of running around after Haakon with buckets to soak his hoof in, injections, painkillers, food twice a day. I am exhausted but at last I can say (still praying, though) that hopefully he is on the mend.
And because today was sunny, I took off Haakon’s rug and saw that all the tucked up’ness from the pain and misery had gone. I have my old fat boy back.
The dragon of loathing and I-hate-everyone curmudgeon has returned too, as it should be. So I am hugely relieved and the big injections (antibiotics) have come to an end. I am also reducing the painkillers and from tomorrow Haakon will be down to one bucket as all this running around after him is killing me and he doesn’t need it now. I also don’t want him to become used to two meals a day, please.
Though some *** cough *** Monster *** cough *** have breakfast, a snack for Ted’s eye treatment, a snack for the dog walk even if non-participating, tea, a snack, supper and lastly midnight feast because that’s the routine we’ve been trained to. Now I write it down, it does sound rather a lot.
Anyway, the lovely day vanished later and the temperature lowered.
When I had finished packing veg at Turriefield, I went outside to go home and was confronted by this……
Snow! Ugh.
I dashed home and got Haakon’s bucket ready. He was waiting and I pushed him through the garden gate to eat by himself.
I gave the vultures some little carrots to shut them up. They all have a very good covering (ribs? what ribs!) and this is why I let them get fat over the summer. I need constant reminding not to go rug-mad.
Anyway, I am hugely relieved. I think there is light at the end of this tunnel.
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